This is the final of a four part series of interviews with female performance artists about creative process, feminism and how the two intertwine.
Caitlyn Cook (Artist, Multi-Disciplinary Geek, Shamanic Sexual Healer, Magic Maker, Kid/Queen, Seeker, Cat)
This is the third of a four part series of interviews with female performance artists about creative process, feminism and how the two intertwine.
Virginia Frankovich (Creator of the Plastic Orgasm)
Victoria Abbott and Kayleigh Haworth (Ladies of the Plastic Orgasm)
This interview is specifically about the performance piece ‘The Plastic Orgasm’ performed by a cast of 21 woman in the Auckland fringe festival 2018, created and devised by Virgina Frankovich and Julia Croft.
This is the second of a four part series of interviews with female performance artists about creative process, feminism and how the two intertwine.
Alexa Wilson (Oracle, Dancer, Mentor, Anarchist, Memorising Performer, Empath, Writer, Wild Woman, Film Maker, Believer, Boss, Badass, Friend)
This is the first of a four part series of interviews with female performance artists about creative process, feminism and how the two intertwine.
Vicky Kapo (Healer, Sha-woman, Performer, Nurse, Holder of Space, Disrupter, Mover, Mana Wahine, Mediator of Many Realms, Friend)
A workshop hosted by Performance Art Week Aotearoa in Auckland, over the weekend of 28th/29th April.
It was said;
“A new sense of connection between my own body/self and artistic practice. A deeper connection to the other creatives in the workshop. A sense that all is right with the world if we listen and return to ourselves and the collective energy, that everything that needs to be said can be presented and spoken as it needs to be.”
Return to the void is the seventh in our Cross-pollination series, where writers respond creatively to performance. Jack Foster studies sociology and likes communism. Prior to PAWA Jack had never seen performance art before. Here he responses to “Opened and Examined” by Virtual Ritualist Collective.
But soon confused,
The superhighway stretches out.
A sheer cliff, a drugged haze.
Will soon end.
Emblazoned with ‘the Spirit’ is the sixth in our Cross-pollination series which invites writers to respond to performances during PAWA. Zoe Crook is an artist and writer based between NZ and Berlin. She responds here to Please Explain Sacred, a performance invitation by Jess Holly Bates and Jazmine Rose Phillips.
Is not an invitation for explanation. Silence is sacred when chosen. Women’s voices are sacred. Women are a nebulous gang of self identifiers. This performance will cultivate a deep sacred feminine energy…bring others into sacred connection with their bodies.
Everyone invited to take shoes off, two naked bodies, with pieces of gauzy fabric over their faces. Washing feet. Sitting on the ground. Audience invited to sit in two opposite facing seats. Dried with tea towels. Sitting on a fitted sheet. A plastic bucket.
Once washed allowed into the space. The space itself presented as a string cave, pixelated into facets. Limiting the audiences height. The object within appears to be littered with various objects, a shrine, candles, salt, chalk, herbal essences. As time goes on the audience gets braver. Thought the level of noise once inside the space remains limited. One figure departs the duo of washing, takes off her veil and begins to do something involving a syringe like object in the back space.
The thread of tension is the fifth in our Cross-pollination series, where writers respond creatively to performance. Here Henrietta Bollinger, poet, educator, playwright and ability activist speaks to her experience of Kyah Dove’s “Death. Birth. Death. Dance.”
On reflection, given the title repeats ‘death’ I should have been expecting something dark. I arrive at Playstaion with enough time to orient myself. I’m not sure what to expect from the peak of white – is it salt or sand – and the softly whirring projector. Kyah Dove enters naked and kneels on the hard floor near the pile of sand. As the the audience gradually drift in, whispering/orienting, I watch Kyah. Another woman enters, over a quiet exchange the other woman applies some kind of lotion to the slope of Kyah’s back. This is preparation, like peering backstage. As the performance unfolds I will become more and more grateful for seeing this intimate and gentle moment. It becomes a touchstone for me in a performance full of unexpectedly sharp edges hidden beneath soft exteriors. We are intent as the performance begins, our collective gaze on the performer feels half invited, half voyeurism. The first moments are meditative, a slow pull in. Our attention is drawn to a now to a small pile of flowers on the stage. For a long while we watch the performer select and pin these to her legs. This starts the thread of tension that will run through the rest of the performance. Tension I feel in my body, my legs, the pit of my stomach. Tension that holds the other audience members and I in its thrall. Later shards of mirror will be pulled from that soft pile of grains. On the wall behind the performer a film will soon appear. Playing in parallel. Beneath this an urgent and disorientating soundscape builds progressively as the action peaks and recedes like waves. I remind myself to breathe until the performer stands and smiles to applause.
Written by Henrietta Bollinger
Edited by Jess Holly Bates
“it’s not uncivilised” is the fourth in our CrossPollination series where writers respond creatively to the performances during PAWA. Claire O’Loughlin is a theatre-maker and producer based in Wellington, who co-founded contemporary performance collective “Binge Culture.” She is an artistic octopus, with an infectious drive to increase compassion and awareness both through, for and from the arts. Her most recent creative work is a memoir of her childhood growing up on a boat, written for her MA at Victoria University’s IIML. She responds here to Louis Bretana’s performance dinner “Eat My Rice.”
Eat my rice it’s nice
With chicken and aubergine
But wash your hands first.
I never knew how
To eat cleanly with my hands
It’s all in the thumb.
The Spanish were wrong
But shame is an easy way
To kill a culture.
No/i/se(lf): an inventory is the third in our CrossPollination series of creative response writings to performances during Performance Art Week Aotearoa. Henrietta Bollinger is a Wellington playwright and poet. She writes a regular column for Salient on disability issues “Token Cripple.” Here she responds to No/I/Self by Thomas Press and Virginia Frankovich as a part of PAWA.
An inventory of things I collected at No/i/se(lf):
- earplugs – the first gift. they were needed to mute the willing roars of the earthling audience as they took up the the invitation of two aliens to let out all their deepest frustrations.
- silver pipe-cleaner – quietly stowed away in my handbag, sure of what it was
meant for, though I think it may have been intended as a pair of antennae.
- metallic green balloon – stowed away once more; blowing balloons being oddly, at twenty-four, a skill i still lack. Several were blown up, burst or let loose to run of off air and drift pathetically to the ground.
- yellow balloon – (see above)
- A bell – reserved for a particular moment of orchestral cacophony but
clanged in my hands at a few unexpected moments, when something else made
me jump or laugh. I eventually set it down with a dull clink on the floor content to
watch my fellow audience members lose themselves to the permission the space