ce
projet commence alors
que je me sens castrée
May
there is a fridge, a stove and a cupboard in my performance space. i cover them with fabric. the kitchen is the area where people solve problems with their mother, psychologists say. everytime i come in, i have to reorganize the lighting of my corner. darkness seems to call me.
end of June
unit 102 becomes a business and two of my performance dates have to be given away to other people. a picture of my encounter with the police at the protests is printed in the papers. capitalist oppression has something to say in this project it seems.
photography: composite from a photo by Alexandra Gelis and a photo by
Ryan Enn Hughes, Globe and Mail
July
decision
about the space is final.
one of my lights disappears. i sit accross the street and look at the
unit 102 from a distance.
"I am purged."
B. H., June 19th
this project came to an end on July 8, 9 and 10.
i
performed inside and then i moved outside. it didn't rain.
September
25:
i feel weak and I sometimes go through the same transformations that I experienced during the project. They make me feel better.