Artist residing- De Gelderland Fabriek Culemborg

 

What is the relationship between the documentation of a performance and the work itself?
Can I keep record of a performance that has not taken place?
Taking the role of an artist showing her work in the industrial space transformed into exhibition space, I present a documentation of my six month long performance.
In it, I suggest having explored domesticity in industrial space through an open invitation to come watch me live in a space of production during six months. Alongside self-portraits in various ‘domestic actions’ a projection of skype interviews with audience members occasionally covers a text:

Self-documentation of the artist during their six months performance Domesticity in the age of artistic reproduction, hosted by the Gelderland Fabriek ‘Make it’ 2018 Artist Residency.

The steam of the kettle,
The beating of the broom,
The flushing of the toilet like a puppet in a storm,
All we share is ours to keep.
I brush off the sand from your rusted metal teeth,
Fill up your breathing tubes with humming of my own,
Roll up the sleeves that cover up your chest.
Gelderland has left us with your window and my warmth.
Here I am bottled, assembled and contained.

poem to DeGelderlandFabriek.

On failed Leadership


Leadership can take place in various contexts, from leading a group of people marching and chanting, to leading a creative project, to leading a lecture in a classroom, or a lecture performance in a black box.

Leadership can be of different characters: it can be imposing and aggressive, implicit and manipulative, or hesitant and compromising. 

 

In light of the many revolutions taking place around the world as we speak, I am interested in the failure of leadership.

 

 

Performing the armpit 

 

While the modernists looked at our environments through functionality, and the post-modernists through form, contemporary architecture and urban theory today is more interested in the activities that takes place in our surroundings: how our daily practices shape the spaces we occupy.

From this we can then suggest a slogan opposing the modernists Form follows Function, and rather say Form follows Practice.


What is practiced in a space defines its representation, it defines the image we have of it. How does this relate to performance? I suggest replacing the term ‘Practices’ with that of ‘Performance’.

In fact, practices are nothing more than daily performances that become habitual. We then have a new slogan: Form follows Performance.

 

Removing the armpit hair is not a functional way of shaping my armpit. It is a political social performance of my body, of my identity. This place has been performed, so regularly and so consistently that it has become unquestionable for some. This is why I bring it back to myself and to others as a performance.

PlayBooth


How often do we strip our surrounding from its political significance? How easy is it to look past the political dimension of things. Is anything 'apolitical'? The aim of this work is to recognize how indices of oppression are embedded in our daily experience, even in the most ludic, banal, or harmless of objects.


 

After posing with the theatrical props offered to them, the participants leave the photography room and enter the screening room where they are given the time to look at the photos as spectators and listen to revealing stories of the objects they were posing with.


The Walk in the Forest


From time to time, when I feel a bit overwhelmed or just numb, I go for a long walk. Often, I go to what my housemates and I refer to as ‘the forest’.

// In reality it is more like a park, 

// or an old sovereign nobility land that is now shared with the public, and intentionally overgrown with plants and trees.

Last week, Henny told me about ‘elephant paths’. 

//They are paths that are formed in space by people making their own paths. 

These are unofficial routes. But in this sovereign land, there are no true elephant paths. There are old alleys landscaped and designed to frame the nobility mansions. 

// Today they are also elegantly blocked by tree trunks elegantly placed as if they have fallen, to tell us not to venture into the wilderness. Keep walking on the imported grey sand and gravel. 

// If you do venture into these informal overgrown areas, you will encounter the stinging nettles. 

// But isn’t it always the risk of performing the forbidden? Obstacles will sting you. 

// In the forbidden areas, or in those least inviting, wild berries grow.

Berries are energizing, 

// they help in overcoming the obstacles.

//In the ‘forest’, there unhealthy plants are rarely kept, 

// but often there are beautiful still waters. Stable water. Too stable. 

//So stable and unchanging that it is out of order, inaccessible. 

The stability of these waters, I would like to disturb. They must be jumped in and splatter everywhere. 

//Next time I go for a walk I will ask you to join. Together we will jump in the still waters, cover ourselves with slime, and walk back home through the real elephant path behind the highway,

// perhaps even at night.

Phedre Under The Bridge


Why does a lebanese teenager know by heart the monologue of a French Classical Tragedy? Why does she recite it 12 years later, under a bridge in the city of Utrecht? 


Revealing the absurdity of litterary heritage under colonialism by re-reciting what we have memorized by heart.