embodied creativity
Taking inspiration from performance art, I practise and play with feeling, materialising it in comical ways often on public display; disrupting the norm with an attempt to find where the light and dark meets in our culture so that it can connect us in a communal way.
There are practises here that are accessible for anyone to do, they are energy shakers and great conversation starters.
By being our fearless, vulnerable selves we free others to do so too, we take the pressure off and set a bar at being open.
This is a quest for us to let go of control, fear and doubt and to forge new stories through embodiment of the beautiful world we believe in and want to see.
“I put myself in a box”
With a pen and any cardboard box from a nearby store, I write “I put myself in a box” and proceed to sit in it.
Through this, exchanges of smiles, laughs and conversation happen.
Connection arises about shared experiences of mental health and the personal pressures, expectations and ideologies we take on and put on ourselves in this world.
It’s easy and free.
Warning: Fragile, handle with care
Be “Leaf”
Be leaf is a reminder of our shared connection.
That we are beautiful because of our nature and that the world needs us to put love and what we collectively need at the centre of things.
Wearing a leaf on my forehead in public is a practise of being fearless, of allowing myself to be seen and an open invitation for conversation to happen about what we believe in.
What a re-leaf…
Love letters to the government
are our government corrupt? or are they just unable to love?
what a waste of time.
For me mania put me on a train towards embracing and releasing creativity inside of me that had been stagnant in more depressive states.
I played and made characters, messages and pictures from waste.
Reflecting that nothing is a waste of time if you make something from it.
The project reflects a mirror on creativity and play being a waste of time versus our over-consumptive lifestyles that degrades our resources.
What a load of rubbish anyway.
i object.
With a casting of my boobs, I decided the best place for them were on my head.
My identity I live as a lifetime, my body is mine, I will not be defined, oh come now, man-kind.
hang in there.
Anyone else feeling a bit on the line?
Looking fresh.
