Collective Performance: Come Home, HOME IV
I am the crack. I open up, so the water can pass. These stones are parts of the scars of the crevasses of the ancestral territory. I am nothing. I am who I am. I am everything. I am not 'we'. I am not speaking out anybody else's truth. I am a body that is by nature radical, digging to the roots. I am an entry point, as my story is your story, and I am many. I am not just one body. Cracks have opened so water flows. Life is a minefield where we go beyond the simple action to honor the issue.
And what do we want to create from here? We are standing. We are never on solid ground. We continue. All we have to do is a simple act.
And all of the knowledge that is in the space is what we are together. No one shall be afraid of their truth.
Would you stand with me, and hold my hand?