This solo performance took place in the Ghetto Nuovo ("New Ghetto") and the adjacent Ghetto Vecchio ("Old Ghetto") in Venice, Italy. The Jewish Ghetto was established in 1516 and was a place where Jews were segregated and surveilled because of their religious beliefs. As I...
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As part of my performance for the Arte Laguna Prize, I performed in solitude on Lazzaretto Nuovo, a small island in the Venice lagoon that houses a plague quarantine warehouse built in 1468. The performance was intended to connect people and places across time that...
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My performance is about traversing a path with an unknown route or destination. It explores how to navigate unchartered places or experiences, much like we are doing in this current pandemic. It is our walking that creates the path into the unknown. I walk on...
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And let them make Me a sanctuary, that I may dwell among them. – Exodus 25 I performed this portable tent on a desolate shore along the Great Salt Lake. The wearable tent is made from sewn together old domestic cloth that is held up by...
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This performance references a childhood memory of flying and the literal and figurative loss of flight I have experienced as I’ve gotten older. It is a longing to return to that state of levity....
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This kite consists of sewn together articles of my mother’s clothing. I performed the kite in solitude along the shores of the Great Salt Lake where the salinity reminded me of tears. I flew the kite in the axis mundi—the space between earth and heaven—in...
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This is a long white truce flag that is shared by inextricably linked peoples (Israelis and Palestinians) and contested land. The piece resembles a shroud that is composed mainly of old white handkerchiefs (historically used as truce flags), white baby t-shirts and other white pieces...
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In this performance, I am in an open expanse at the Great Salt Lake, twirling and wearing my Skirt of Sorrow and Forgiveness. The piece is about the physical and emotional journeys we take with those closest to us. The text on the skirt reads: Yellow...
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I see this work as being 'walked,' slowly, down barren streets; that said, I, myself have performed it on the Salt Flats—a wide expanse of whiteness and nothingness near the Great Salt Lake. As the Cart makes its way through a landscape, everything it holds jiggles...
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