Maybe a bit more about the synergy, the uniqueness, the particular hues of the radiance of the light created by your background, as one of our poets wrote, … “I remember the laughter and gaiety of my people, the myriad colours of our polyglot races”
I wanted to respond to the above comment my mother left on my “Project Overview” page, because I think it gets to an important part of the project. Even as my body is the embodiment of the fractures of the past, it is also the continuation of my ancestor’s bodies, a testament to their survival, their refusal to be erased. I am intensely proud of this. I want their history to be read on my skin, I want to be a billboard for their identities.
But then there is Schrödinger’s cat. The observer determines reality*. In a state of quantum superposition I am many outcomes simultaneously. Alive/Dead, Black/White, Citizen/Foreigner, infinite possibilities collapse into one reality in the mind of the other. Here I am stripped of my agency. I am quantified, filed into the appropriate category, not the category I chose, the category chosen for me.
I need to search for a strategy to remain in that state of suspention before observation, to exist as multiple things simultaneously, to be alive and dead, black and white, citizen and foreigner. A true polyglot never has to choose, never has to take sides or prove loyalty. Without that freedom there is no joy. So perhaps this project is about turning a space that presents as authorative into a space of questioning, into the black lead box before the moment of observation, the moment when the cat is both alive and dead.
*yes, it is more complicated than this, but, bear with me, this is a blog about art anyway