First, welcome if you
have not made it to my "good
to meet you" page. Though I love creating as many questions
as I answer, on the digital communication platform, that can be
infuriating. So, what was that you just read on my start page?
As a dance scholar who
is also a conjurer, I am concerned with bursts of spirit that over
time get labeled as purely, "aesthetic" or "mundane,"
or worse yet, as "superstitious." I have an affinity
for these moments, honing in on the vibrational traces of submerged
practices/rites and then seek, through writing and performance,
to readjust our perception so that we may not only appreciate the
functionality, enjoy the beauty, or revel in the ugliness, but also
utilize the energetic quality/potential to make better sense of
our world.
Yup! I sho nuff
is a professor, but i can learn you with out ya even noticin'. All
that said, I have a research project in play about walking, language,
neighborhoods, memoryscapes, policy that defines "public"
space and the laws that police it. So one day I, after falling
into the pot of my performance piece, Fish
Tales, Rivers and Other Female Parts, I found myself trying
to understand Mami Wata, a river deity who is also an ocean goddess
and market maven--basically she likes to travel--and her sudden
rise to the top of the African spiritual collective unconscious
in the US. She rides in front of ships, some say. Others claim
that she lurks at confluences of dark and light rivers. She
is also the surprise spring bursting out of rock, growing strength
as an eventual river. She has so many names, that all she
does is laugh at you as you try to call her back. She is serpentine
logic, but not the rainbow itself.
Twisting and turning along
her waterway, trying to understand Oya! (my head-ruling deity) as
a type of Mami Wata, I slipped upon fountains, mainly, a question
about them: why do we put them in places where we will only pass
through? What are we trying to re-member by placing H2O in
an airport, a train station, in a park where the design shifts from
one thing to another, in the middle of the street?!? And so,
know you know. It is a fascination, that will become a show.
Fall further into the flow.
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