To Bless with Salt and to Call to Life

Performance, 2023

The premise was simple: 1) to call back to Life those who are confined to a spiritual death by those who profit and feed off their suffocation, 2) to introduce myself and my group to these Beings, to this restless space, and bless with salt the things we are putting there.

I had to shout as loud as I could because the ones that I address are behind heavy doors, thick walls, storage rooms filled with gas to keep them from natural decay, spread all over ethnological museums and other white colonial institutions including human remains at Berlin-Weißensee Art Academy and within and beyond the European Fortress. Rigid control (physical, structural) is used to maintain their existence because structures built on fear are fragile. The body becomes the first and last tool of resistance.

I was not arrested or kicked out, like many others before me were, because I had the privileged protection of our group exhibition, because it was “art”. Under any other circumstances, possessing this particular body, I knew the consequences could be very different. Expression was the impulse but Relation was the reason, and what pulled and carried it beyond the trap of “performance”. Unplanned re-actions took place within the bodies and energies present in the space. These conversations and re-actions will continue to take place, but they are not all mine to tell nor are they for everyone to see.

To exhibit in this space also means risking being swallowed by its appropriation of the decolonial movement and some in our group chose not to exhibit. To honour their decisions and everyone doing important work beyond white colonial institutions, addressing their own locations and different circumstances - written in red: “But I choose to live out there, in the inbetween, in the cracks and in the shards.”

Documentation by Mohamad Halbouni

Papier mache sphere by Imad Alfil, spontaneous response

(in Indonesian) “Hey you! Hey friend! Hey friend who is trapped and hidden behind doors and walls! Hey friend who cannot breathe, who is made to suffocate! My name is Raras, I am a grandchild of Wisnutomo, I came here from across the oceans and today I have a message for you!

Hey friend, I cannot see you, but I know you can hear me! Hey friend I know you are alive! These people here don’t believe that, they trap you and starve you and keep you in death but I know, I know you are alive! Hey friend, where do you come from? Hey friend, do you miss the place that you came from?

Hey friend, I know you are starving, what is the first thing you would like to eat when you come back? Hey friend, do not feel lonely, because you have many friends! Hey friend, here I mark the places that you can come to for shelter and care, they are your friends.

Hey friend, I know you are alive, hey friend, come back to Life! Hey friend, come back to Life, come back to Life, dear Friend, come to Life...”

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