Showing posts with label gender. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gender. Show all posts

Monday, 8 March 2021

I was naked so I hid: A poem for International Women's Day

‘I was naked so I hid’ and You…You did not ask me why.

You did not ask me why, because You knew.

The times before when I did not hide; I was so exposed the people laughed; or did not understand or said they understood, but they did not really see me.

‘I was naked so I hid’ and You…You did not ask me why.

You did not ask me why, because You knew.

That they had written You, made You in their own image. God in pursuit, to be feared, as one who eats even the smallest humans for breakfast as a snack or because of their ‘sin’.

‘I was naked so I hid’ and You…You did not ask me why.

You did not ask me why, because You knew.

The vulnerability of lowering one’s guard when what is on the other side is unknown. It could be love, or it could be knives… and all that they would say to You in reply is, ‘am I my sister’s keeper?’

‘I was naked so I hid’ and You…You did not ask me why.

You did not ask me why, because You knew.

Instead, You asked me how? How I knew that nakedness was risky? You invited me to speak with You.

And You… You did not leave me exposed. But me You clothed. And said there is no shame in meeting me, naked, vulnerable, alone.

There is no fear in Love.

Wednesday, 4 March 2015

In Search of 'Identity': Grayson Perry.

Last month I went to see Grayson Perry’s ‘Who are you?’ at the National Portrait Gallery, not once, but twice – such is the joy of free museums in London! 

THIS EXHIBITION CLOSES IN 11 DAYS, SEE IT NOW!

Grayson Perry is a transvestite potter who has long been interested in innovative portraiture and the opportunity it provides to explore the disjuncture between the projected and real identity of individuals and groups. As with his work on class identity Perry has accompanied his exhibition with a TV series which you can catch on 4OD.

Perry’s first works to be encountered are a map of his own identity and a massive tapestry looking at British identity. It is in this context, of the individual and the corporate that the rest of the works should be considered.

I’m used to Perry being excellent, but he has really outdone himself this time. Perry uses a variety of mediums – tapestry, pottery, screen printing to explore what it means to be British, male, famous, disabled, a soldier, religious, even human. There is a strong undercurrent of gender discussion in his work, a family with 2 Dads are compared to a ‘conventional family’, the Huhne vase is stamped with penises and yet has been broken and pieced together to depict vulnerability, Alex is undergoing gender reassignment and is depicted in a bronze piece as a warrior.

(Huhne Vase)

One of the most fascinating elements of the exhibition was the way the pieces had been placed. Rylan was amongst the 18th century authors and gentry, the Irish loyalists were with the officers from WWI and Churchill, Alex depicted as a warrior blowing a shofar and the three soldiers returning from war found themselves keeping company with the old adventurers, and the gay family in the same room as the Royal Family resting at Windsor. Sometimes there’s a faint whiff of humour in the work, the Irish loyalists are created using garish pinks and yellows, riding a horse more akin to a unicorn than a mount! Perry’s use of material can be thought provoking: when depicting a white 20-something single-mum from Kent’s conversion to Islam, he prints it onto a hijab; an article so laden with meaning and emphasis.

(Hijab)

Perry’s work on class proved his aptitude as an ethnographer; but through his recent work on identity Perry has also proved himself an artist. I was thoroughly impressed by the work and the way placement of the exhibition encourages visitors to consider the wider range of works on offer at the National Portrait Gallery.


Who Am I?’ closes in just 11 days be sure to catch it before then. As previously mentioned, entry is free.

Thursday, 20 March 2014

The world's a stage: Drama and Trauma at Maidan

Hello you lovely people!

Yes I know, after a strong start I've been a bit quiet in March I have been busy; watching Emil and the Detectives at the NT, crying on the tube whilst reading The Book Thief, travelling halfway up the country for a charity auction at which I won all the preserves, watching Miranda at the O2, becoming a godparent and watching this fascinating documentary about life on death row. So, apologies for the delay in talking to you, but hopefully you'll have got the gist that I haven't been laurel-resting.

One of the interesting things I did recently was go to hear Hjalmar Jorge Joffre-Eichorn talk about using forum theatre to engage people in crisis or war situations. He is a seasoned professional, using Theatre of the Oppressed in Afghanistan and other war-torn areas to help people face their traumas head on. Hjalmar has been working in the Ukraine since Autumn 2013; using similar forum theatre skills to engage the protestors of Maidan in dialogue.

Dispelling myths

The first thing Hjalmar asked of us was to play word association with the word 'Ukraine' it was interesting what came up 'blood', 'tractors', 'war', 'a battle of young vs. old'. Whilst Hjalmar was primarily there to teach us about using forum theatre we also learned lots of other things about the progress of the revolution through his eyes. I was surprised by how different the narrative was to that told to us by the BBC. The perception of young vs. old was one such supposition blown out of the water. As has since become more apparent, this is a battle of ethnicity and power, not of old vs new.

Gendered space

Hjalmar had taken lots of photos, of fire, meals, and burning tyres, of confrontation and commemoration. One of the interesting facts that came out of the discussion is there is a clear absence of women from the 'front line' images. Women here play ancillary roles, they feed the men at the front, they roll tyres, they are the mourners. This all felt surprisingly Shakespearean. I immediately thought of Enobarbus' words in Anthony and Cleopatra about 'serving with horse and mare together'. It also seemed strangely reminiscent of the war a whole century in our past where women rose to new roles back at home but did not see direct action. I was really quite surprised that all the Women's Lib and Feminist movement still lead to modern, gendered conflict.

Memory

Ever since the MA I do a lot of thinking about ethnicity, and creating places to remember. It was interesting that so soon after the deaths at Maidan memorials cropped up. They had all the features you might expect, images of the dead, candles, flags. Interestingly the three first killed came from a variety of different places and politics. Since February the role of memorials has gained prominence with the statues of Stalin in the Crimea. It amazes me how much interest is now paid to an area which until 3 months ago was solely referenced in the minds of many as 'the place Florence Nightingale went that time'.

Roles to play

To briefly consider the role of forum theatre. One audience member asked the very relevant question, 'why would someone want to role play when there is a war going on?'. I think we were all thinking this. It was interesting to hear Hjalmar's demographic breakdown. Most of the participants were Ukrainian who perhaps hadn't quite found their place yet, who didn't have a role. Didn't feel comfortable perpetrating violence, but still wanting to vocalise what they were feeling. The theatre-dialogue model has actually been taken on by the future government as a way of creating democratic legislation - by trying out ideas with teams of locals. Here drama is not only relieving trauma but creating a space to legislate which is exciting.


Finally, I'm aware I might have lit a touch-paper here. I'm really sorry if I have said anything offensive. It certainly wasn't intentional. See you guys again soon!

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

10 things I learned from Pocahontas


I've been reliving my youth watching Pocahontas. Here are my top 10 tips...

1.       If you think a tree is talking to you; you’re not hallucinating, its probably your hilarious Grandma.

2.       You can definitely trust the man who stops you leaving when you say you feel uncomfortable, he probably ‘has a good soul’.

3.       You can also trust the man who says your house needs improving, your society civilising and calls you a savage to your face.

4.       If his hair isn’t shoulder length he’s not even up for consideration.

5.       Men don’t really have nipples. In real life they’re just drawn on!

6.       Kissing always leads to trouble.

7.       The only thing stronger than weapons is anger. Or you know guns.

8.       Even your best friend will try to blackmail you, and will probably dob you in. Your friendly neighbourhood hummingbird on the other hand is a keeper.

9.       You can use a compass to find your destiny. And there’s no magnetic North in Native America.

10.    A pretty necklace makes everything alright.