Tracking

2021

Site specific durational performance piece tracking a mixture of the artist’s menstrual blood and water around a central ritual offering and meditational anchor. This piece was a cathartic active meditation during a week the artist received a bittersweet mix of praises and threats online.

Tracking, 2021
Site-specific durational performance (menstrual blood, water)
Running time: 21 minutes
Los Angeles, CA, USA

“In this durational piece, the mingling of my menstrual blood with water becomes a living map of displacement: the crimson thread of my lineage that refuses to dissolve, flowing through the universal currents that carry us across borders. By offering this mixture from within an active state of meditation, I invert the traditional cultural and social stigmas attached to menstruation, turning a symbol of concealment into a visible act of resistance. Ultimately, the mixture embodies a dual belonging: water, the universal element that belongs everywhere, intertwines with blood, the uniquely personal carrier of my ancestries, producing a hybrid fluid that speaks to both collective humanity and singular cultural identity.”

FURTHER ARTIST POST-RITUAL REFLECTIONS:

An active meditation on the potential danger for those living an ‘other-ed’ life, to leave behind our footprint traces as we navigate the world. A risk so worth it when it leads kin to you. Even if it’s centuries after we’re gone. 👣

An active meditation on the traces of what we leave behind in our little blip of time here. Proof we existed and what we were about. Perhaps someone who comes after us will find these tracks and carry on where we left off? To tell the stories our flesh couldn’t at the time. And the cycles continue. Thinking on the women who’ve come before me whose stories and work I draw upon from the well of the Imaginal, where all things are recorded– but whose names are lost to the sands of time.👣

An active meditation on the tracks of a woman’s footprint. The terror of feeling hunted, stalked, preyed upon. How leaving the house in a woman’s body, and for some even in their own homes, is a liability, a target. Thinking on the universality of this violence, both personally witnessed and heard accounts of from women I’ve known around the world. 👣