Last night's performance at AUNTS's I BELIEVE IN YOU in Bedford-Stuyvesant was a great time -- lots of very talented and interesting performance art. One of my favorites was Shirotama Hitsujiya's piece, which was, among other things, a criticism of the stereotypical depictions of Asian women. The performance featured a bunny, a bearsuit, a slideshow, an eerily childish voice recording, and a block of ice that encased a book. From Shirotama's website:
She is known for her expressions of human desires, sexuality and violence and the instinct for food, life, and death. Describes a new mindscape of women through their bodies and stages the questions "What are women?" and "Why do we believe stereotypical images of women?".
She was not the only one; many of the pieces I saw were full of unabashed feminist fabulosity and I was happy to be a part of it (thanks Autumn for inviting me). It's a part of why New York is so totally worth it, despite the horrible rents and high cost of existing and rising The photo on the left is from one of the two times we performed our piece, and I regret that this photo doesn't feature anyone else but a strangely hunched, Bigfootian version of me, as I was probably the least interesting part of it -- still, my gratitude goes to Mr. Jamie Lee for taking the photo and sending it to me. I should have been taking pictures, but I was too busy watching everyone. Actually, though, this photo is kind of appropriate in that it pretty effectively describes my experience last night -- hazy, people-filled, and heaped with intrigue (and to all the haters who say intrigue can't be heaped, I say wrong, you're wrong, the filthy mixed-metaphor hating lot of you!).
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I liked that the title also doubles as Kylie Minogue single.
I'm still feeling dejected that I was unable to attend, given my geographical handicaps. Ecstatic to know it went well.
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