Displaced
I'm displaced
Please sew my soul to my body
Please sew your voice to my body
Let my tongue speak for your soul
Let your tongue speak for my mind
Let me stick to you
Let me be you
Forge Portmanteau
簡介
A Dutch - Cantonese multidiscipinary performance
with solo work of Dutch flutist Mark Alban Lotz
Artist statement
Early morning
Late at night
earth wind and water collide
The New
starts to creep and crawl
To forge its way
to the surface of the earth
Naked and blind
we come into this world
Our cultures, upbringing and personal histories
make us see, what other do not see
What do you see?
"Luggage-seeing" and "new seeing".
How do strangers you meet on your journey
arouse unpacking and unpeeling?
What language does the unpacked and aroused speak?
Where is its home, its port?
Morning Mandala
It all began in May 2015 when I made a prayer offering for my family grieving my late uncle. From then on until seasons changed in September, I continued to make these flower mandalas in my front yard with these beautiful flowers that fell off the tree I look at every morning. Always keeping one special flower to tuck behind my ear.
