One of the works we will present this weekend is Seven with music composed by Rajesh Bhandari. This work is a culmination of something that started in me in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, was re-stimulated in response to Tsunamis in Indonesia, in Japan... and then somehow became intertwined with my thinking/feeling/being in response to the shootings of Traayvon Martin, Michael Brown and the broadcast of footage of Ray and Janay Rice in an elevator. It connects to a progression in personal, intentional, engagement with Yoruba deity in my work (see Sambos Sisterhttps://youtube/watch?v=6bE-MxFtSRQ) and my wrestling with the emotional exhaust of my contemporary lot in life amidst the existential landscape of a African orientation to TIME; one that questions the WHERE and the WHEN of what is happening....or perhaps more accurately, complicates it (from a Western perspective). If we just come back, like waves in the sea then where are we going? Where is the past? How old is the image of a black teenage boy hunted and shot in the collective memory of our mind? How, or is, or should this image be considered in relationship to the image of a man dragging the limp body of his lover after she has just been knocked unconscious at his had. If we are drowning in a recurring wave of circular time, is there an option? Is there an outlet, a way to escape? Kate Speer
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 22:42:23 +0000
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