As Part of Ayurvedic Lucidity (2017) Installation.
Mantra 2017
1. To you the body ponders on foreign lands.
2. The distant visions stay close to yourself, the far reaching limits.
3. Your mighty thought rejoices in its own solidarity, in your own perfect safety.
4. Yet, you are offered the blessing of your own pathways, a firm stance to be faithful to oneself.
5. Let them worship the heroes of the fight at pleasure.
6. Come hither and steal no life.
7. Self-luminous, hide no soul. To the hate of the wicked release thy self to the earth.
8. May your silent voice make its first breath.
As part of: Afternoon Tea At Two (2016). Performed as a Spoken Word piece after screening.
“The power surged. What became is what should be. I become the desired, I become a creation, and I become the voices of others as my own voice becomes silenced. From Birth I was placed in a box, your own limitations which created my own boundaries, not wrapped in fragile blanketed tape or handle with care labels, only the material of the container I was placed within shielding me, a container, I was contained. Only one blue label and a burden of terms and conditions is all that was presented.
An affair occurred, I fell in love with hate because the boy was not being a boy; the man was not being a man. The man who once was and the man who I should be, a contradiction to myself, allowing no room to breath. Yourself, a man, but how one has to be. Not a delicate flower, an indulgence, or saccharin with tea. You gratify yourself, take a slice, and wait. It is a distasteful indulgence, deluged in cake.
His face covered in sweetness, the man becomes pink. Doused in glitter, the man becomes pink. Delicately yet downright masked, he becomes blinded and intolerable, sightless to what should not be. Foreign, diseased with beauty, elegance, emotions, and fragility, he sparkles brightly. Gleaming and feeling, enriching himself in the sweet softness, still delicate, fragile, and desirable as can be. Presented to him, distanced from a struggle and strangle, It is placed upon himself, a different angle. Choice and freedom…. humanity.
You are Human. He is Human. I am Human”.