Carta Bianca ( White Page)
The weaving of months, October entwining itself with February, playing with time and space, interlocking pages.
An invitation to publish , from Ariana E Kalliga, Curator in Residence at Space52, Athens, Greece.
‘Meet Me Here…’ my Hybrid performance text will be published as part of the autumn programme of Carta Bianca, an online publication, exploring writing, interviews and short texts that reflect the shared experiences, and knowledge spurred by 2020.
This has been published alongside ‘Athens-Movement Notes’ (February blog post ) opening up new thoughts about text and interlocking space, and my growing relationship with this city…
Slipping back in time again, early lockdown…
I return to the white room
my bare arm stretches
the space of the screen
begins to caress
a small bunch
of wild flowers
from the pernicious
until tender caress
with a falling away
until my hand
I think about homeopathy, telling stains, poisons, cures…
‘Caress’ – video performance is selected for II Edition International Festival of Minimal Urban Performance in vídeo , curated by Elia Torrecilla, Spain.
The festival starts it’s screening tour in Dordrecht, Netherlands and continues on to Bilbao, Valencia, Granada, Madrid, Spain , Portugal, Brazil, Canada and Mexico 2020/2021
part of me is on the move again…
Things have come full circle.
New conversations and audiences start to surface again…
Late summer, Phoenix Athens Gallery re emerges as a real space , and I receive an invitation from the curator Christina Makris to screen my video piece ‘My Hybrid…’as part of ‘Art Instead’, an international showcase for the online artists who took part in the residency programme.
My work once again feels nomadic.
I am slipping through borders once again…this time limb my limb…responsive choreography within a hybrid space.
And so I travel to you in Athens, from this ‘new space’…a room that I have slept in for the past 20 years.
I follow my own scattered instructions. A wall, scuffled domestic white.
I lock the door. It’s important. I have my phone to film, and two stools.
This hybrid space, within a hybrid space…like an envelope , a dislocation , a new game.
In isolation I still lock the door…
I stay with it…
In this white field
an outstretched hand.
an elongated arm
our rolling distance
this is how we talk
did I mention
that I am sitting across
I spell and dispel…