What Is Possible?

A Wondering About Art, Activism, and Sustainability

I have always felt very uncomfortable calling myself an art activist. Or even an activist at all. 

It's a term that gets thrown around quite a bit in my line of work- the socially engaged arts- and I am certainly not judging those who have claimed it and chosen to label themselves as some sort of art-activist. It just doesn't sit well with me, like a glove that I have tried over and over to try and make fit but always feel just slightly off. 

Sure, at several points in my life I have planned meetings for campaigns, spent late nights drawing up signs and A-boards by hand and graffiti, marched, rallied and demonstrated for causes I felt were important and urgent. But recently, I find myself spending increasingly more time, energy and resources developing myself as an artist. Developing my craft, training in technique, investigating creative processes, attending performances and artistic events, teaching workshops, and connecting with other artists and art educators. To frame all this under the umbrella of activism seems inaccurate, disingenuous, and frankly, maybe even insulting to folks who really do devote their whole lives to community organizing and political activism. 

To be clear, I am not claiming that art isn't political. In my opinion, ALL art is political, in the same way that everything in life is political- every choice we make is charged with politics and even the choice to ignore the politics of our choices ends up reinforcing certain dominant narratives and structures of power. And yes, I see my own art-making as very political. Even as I write this blog post I am in the midst of a choreography residency with Witswatersrand University's Drama For Life program, in which I am setting a new dance theater work on an all-female cast of students that exposes and challenges different forms of patriarchy they have experienced in their lives. So there. 

I am also not claiming that art and activism are on opposite ends of a spectrum, mutually exclusive and unable to overlap in some way. A core belief I hold very dear is that of the artist's responsibility to reflect back the times, to invite, provoke, and challenge people to confront the dissonant parts of themselves and imagine what else is possible. To exercise this is to inherently politicize our bodies, beliefs and practices, and to do it well is to transform people in a profound and irreversible way. 

But lately, I have felt rather consumed by the language and methods surrounding my field. I see peers, work colleagues, and mentors claiming this term, art activist (or dance activist or theater activist), and it makes me wonder... why? Why isn't being an artist enough? Is that a reflection of how limited our understanding of the role of the artist really is in society? Is making performance work about social issues enough to call oneself an activist? What is the measurable impact of art? What can art do that organizing and campaigning and policy work cannot? What contribution can the artist make to on-going social movements that the activist, organizer, politician cannot? What is the relationship between art and activism?

Justice Edwin Cameron (of the South African Constitutional Court) once said that the biggest issue facing people living with HIV in South Africa was not access to treatment, but stigma. Stigma is held deep in our subconscious, informed by long-standing cultural beliefs and everyday happenings that reinforce them. Stigma cannot be fought by science research or expansion of treatment centers or money. Art can fight stigma. Art has the ability to transform people at their most core level. Art allows people to express and examine the most personal parts of themselves, to educate and connect with others, to build understanding and compassion in a way that nothing else can. 

THIS is the power of the arts and the role of the artist. To work in a deeply embodied way, to access that side of us that is usually guarded by intellect, logic and socialization, to penetrate through those barriers and make us feel. Real change happens on the ground, with political demonstrations and policy changes, and it also happens here- in our hearts and bodies. In fact, there cannot be one without the other. Artists need movements to guide and ground our work, as much as movements need artists to create experiences of beauty and discomfort, to help people understand what needs changing and imagine what is possible. This is why I like Martha Gonzalez's term "artivista", it embodies that symbiotic relationship so simply and eloquently. 

Still, I am left wth this pending question of how? How can we develop ourselves as stronger, more effective and proficient artists in a society that underfunds and undervalues the role of art and the artist? I do firmly believe that the key to creating more powerful and moving artistic work is in the real development of rigorous craft, in the commitment to truly being an artist, perhaps even to choose to be an artist over an activist, educator or administrator. But of course, most of us end up having to wear these multiple hats, and not to mention do other totally unrelated jobs, "just to get by", as Talib Kweli put it.

The mainstream and commercial artists get paid better, but since they are only interested in training and performing, they end up reinforcing all kinds of oppressive narratives and power structures through their artistic work. Obviously not all of them (as problematic as Beyoncé's and Kendrick Lamar's most recent projects have been, they have certainly been highly politically charged and made great impact on folks), but most of them. The socially engaged artists, committed to subverting all of that, end up spending an enormous amount of time not training enough (talking, meeting, educating, fundraising) and.... well, end up not being as good. Or as entertaining, strong or moving.

How many times have I gone into a theater, excited and filled with anticipation to see an all-female or all-people-of-color or all-queer production giving voice to some kind of untold and undermined story, only to leave feeling dejected, disappointed, and utterly underwhelmed? Too many times, that's how many. It's infuriating, because that's how that kind of work gets a bad rap, and it's sad because of course those stories need to be told and artists need to be given a chance to grow and mature, but how can that happen if our field is underfunded and undervalued?

In his 2002 documentary, "Pleasure & Pain", Ben Harper was asked if he considered himself an activist. His answer was a very clear and strong "no", claiming that being an activist was a full-time job, and if he did that he would have no time for his music. Maybe, should socially-engaged artists devote more of their time and resources to their actual art? To training, becoming stronger and more proficient performers, getting their work funded and creating a sustainable work model for them to continue making art? Maybe this is how we, as artists, will actually be most effective and impactful in our contribution to the social movements of our time, the beautiful struggle- by really and truly being full-time artists? And if so, what models will allow us to be full-time artists? Is that even possible in this global economy? In short, what is possible?

Process & Product

A Reflection on Johannesburg's Dance Umbrella Festival 2016

I am sitting here in my sweaty, wet dance clothes, having doused myself in Icey Hot and feeling like every muscle in my body is made out of jell-o, and my mind is wandering like mad around ideas of process and product. 

Have you ever stood in first-position plié attempting to vibrate your entire body for 25 minutes straight? And then combined that with intricate and fast torso movements? And then went on to dance vigorously for an additional hour doing sequences with long leg extensions, precarious balances, advanced floor work, and ever-changing spinal undulations? 

Then you have never experienced the sheer joy and pain of Gregory Maqoma's dance class.

Gregory Maqoma... Simply a freak of nature. #NewDanceHero

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This was my third master class I have taken as part of the Dance Umbrella festival, my third day in a row being asked to push the physical limits of my body and commit wholly to full physical expression- so yeah, I'm pretty freakin sore. But my mind is teaming with thoughts, feelings, ideas, and inspiration from these vastly diverse encounters. 

For example, I saw "Terra Chã", an evening-length dance work by a Portuguese-based choreographer, Nelia Pinheiro, two nights ago. And with all due respect, I kind of hated it. Yes, I know the word "hate" is kind of harsh, but #SorryNotSorry, I'm a picky dance viewer. And I have so little tolerance for dance shows that could've expressed what they wanted to express in 10 minutes total time, but insist on dragging out for an entire hour instead. Yes I can appreciate the intense physical investigation, the stamina of the dancers, and the commitment to really develop fully one plain idea... but damn. I just get so bored. The whole time I was watching the show I had Susan Foster's voice playing like a broken record in my head, "every dance is too long, every dance is too long, every dance is too long...". And why must the partnering work be so gendered? Why did 85% of the women's movement consist of being picked up by the male dancers? Why were the two dancers of color playing such auxiliary roles, literally there to just "assist" the other dancers? And what did the melodramatic crushing of the watermelon at the end of the show signify? Why must dance be so cryptic sometimes?

So this particular product, I was clearly not a huge fan of. But the very next day (yesterday), I got the chance to take Nelia Pinheiro's master class, and the two experiences could not have been more opposite. 

Nelia Pinheiro was an inviting and engaging dance teacher, and her movement process consisted almost entirely of improvisation and partner work- training our bodies to truly listen to one another, seeing movement as speaking and expressing, rather than "dancing", breaking our instinct to create aesthetically interesting movement- motivated by external criteria- and encouraging us to initiate our movement from an internal place, emphasizing our skeleton and bones. It was one of the more delicious dance classes I have taken in a long time, and it allowed me to access a new and exciting movement language within myself and to really experience a movement dialogue with each of the different partners I got to dance with. And then, at the end of class, when I found out that day was Nelia's 50th birthday, I damn near lost it- the woman didn't look older than 38 years old! I left wanting to be her when I grew up. 

This morning I woke up excited to take master class again, because I knew Gregory Maqoma was teaching it. My first encounter with his work was at REDCAT Theater in Los Angeles back in 2007, when I was a bright-eyed, green sophmore in college. I don't even remember much about his work, but I remember how it made me feel- alive, ignited, moved, inspired. Getting the chance to connect with him and his company was one of the prospects I was most looking forward to in planning this trip to South Africa. And finally, this morning I got to meet him and take class from him. 

Let's just say the man is a freak of nature. The insanely liquid and articulate quality of his torso, the rich rhythms and grooves he plays with, his long and strong limbs that seem to grow forever in all directions, and his ability to seamless flow in and out, in between and through all these seemingly disparate elements... I fell in love all over again. 

But I also struggled like a fish out of water, because as juicy and rhythmic as Gregory's class was, it was also incredibly technical and required the ability to balance for long periods of time on one leg and to have these long sweeping extensions that I simply lack. As much as I like to think I am a great of a dancer, and as true as that can be/as much as I can shine in some contexts, I really can crash and burn in others. 

There's a curious thing that happens to professional dancers when they take dance class, particularly from teachers or choreographers who they are not used to working with. Either we love it, and it affirms for us our years of training and proves that we truly are doing what we're meant to do in this world, or we feel absolutely inadequate and it makes us question our very careers and like maybe we should consider becoming an accountant after all. 

I experienced both of these extremes in the last 48 hours.

Nelia Pinheiro's "product", the dance show that I felt incredibly critical of and did not enjoy, ended up entailing a "process" that deeply spoke to and resonated with me, whereas Gregory Maqoma's work, which I have been a huge fan of for years and years, actually ended up fitting very strangely in my body and making me feel like a struggling dancer. 

Obviously there's always room to grow and so much to learn from experiences that make us feel crazy at first (sometimes that very feeling is the indicator for the area we need to work on). But as a mover of so many different languages- modern and contemporary dance, Afro-Latin and urban/street dances- I struggle with this search for "where do I fit in?".

What choreographers can I work with, what companies will embrace all aspects of me, what schools and programs will be worth me training at, what kind of process do I want to employ that allows me to draw from all these diverse worlds, what kind of work am I interested in creating and is there anyone out there doing something similar? 

The "jack of all trades, master of none" feeling is definitely one that I am constantly struggling with, and the antidote seems to be more and more that I need to focus on developing my own artistic voice, rather than trying to make myself fit into others'. But at the moment, I am somewhere in between- emerging as a choreographer, and meanwhile, trying to learn as much as I can from elders and mentors.

Learner and creator, mover and thinker, process and product. 


Mirror, Mirror, Blindpost

Officially survived week 1 in Johannesburg, South Africa... success! I even have a working phone and a regular yoga studio to go to. #winning

So much has happened in just the last 8 days I have been here, I can barely wrap my mind around it. I've been meeting people- amazing, talented, vibrant people- by the dozens everyday, and running into them at cool, dimly lit intimate poetry gatherings as if my life were a well-written Hollywood movie about Johannesburg's young and beautiful. #blessed

Some other highlights of the week:

  • Being blown away by the virtuosic dancers of Jessica Nupen's "Rebellion & Johannesburg" who seamlessly blended text with video with movement with song and explosive South African urban dances with captivating contemporary dance. Sure, it was an adaptation of Shakespeare's "Romeo & Juliet" that was quite impossible to follow and it could have used some dramaturgy help, but even so, it worked. 
  • Hearing fellow Latin people able to pronounce my name, Marina, with that latin-sounding rolled "r"...  How incredible it is to find "your people" in a new and foreign place! I could feel my entire body sigh out in relief at the sound of that "r"... aaaahhhh :) 
  • Being introduced to Gregory Maqoma's Rehearsal Director and then her inviting me to meet with her and take company classes while I'm here... YES PLEASE!

A huge highlight was getting to visit Wits University and the incredible Drama For Life department, where I will be conducting my artist residency for the next several months. I am blown away by this unique social justice-focused art-activist program housed within the Wits School of the Arts, a somewhat conventional performing arts institution. The DFL center has really carved out its own identity and mission-driven presence at Wits, its walls covered in portraits of human rights leaders & activists from all over the world and its staff spilling over with radical agendas, critical conversations, and vibrant energy. 

 

Looking into the future...

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Warren Nebe is the Founding Director of this ship, and he was described to me by one of the staff as a genuine Moby Dick- a larger than life presence that permeates the space but whose schedule keeps him so busy and out-of-sight that his very existence seems to be a myth, until he creeps up behind you in the middle of a debrief conversation about your class and offers up invaluable insight that changes your work and life. Indeed, just this past week I have witnessed this very dynamic take place countless times, catching epic phrases like "what you see as confusion in the students is actually plain denial, a reflection of the state of this country". Boom.  

Warren and the DFL staff have established various strategies that help them to constantly assess the curriculum and general state of the program. Such strategies include weekly mandatory town hall meetings for students and staff, regular Reflection & Praxis classes devoted solely to processing the students' experiences, and quarterly academic staff meetings where teachers share class themes in an attempt to find cross-overs and keep the curriculum as interconnected as possible. These meetings are also an opportunity for teachers to share successes and challenges they're experiencing with their students, and ask for support where it may be needed. 

 

At one such academic staff meeting on Tuesday, Refiloe Lepere, a young, energetic and super sharp drama therapy teacher, was sharing about her Reflection & Praxis class, an enthusiastic and green group anxious to be open and vulnerable with one another. She mentioned employing a metaphor in class to help the students understand what this process of critical self-reflection was like, one that I found to be totally genius in its simplicity. 

"Mirror, mirror, blindspot." 

Meaning, when we engage in self-reflection, we are confronted with mirrors that we are able to recognize and look into. But every now and then, rather than being able to hold up a mirror to ourselves, we come across a blindspot- an area that we have no idea is even there or giving us trouble at all. This is where the group process can really come in handy, the ability to critically self-reflect as part of a group challenges us to hear others' truths and perhaps look at our previously held assumptions in ways that we could not otherwise do by ourselves. 

And it occurred to me what a wonderful tool this would be for myself as well, as I embark in my own process of Reflection & Praxis. The very nature of a blindspot is exactly that- it is invisible to us and we are blind to it. Until a particular experience or something someone says to us at the right moment angles the mirror in exactly the right way so we can bravely and curiously peer into it and say for the first time, "aaahhh.....".  

So here's to mirrors and blindspots, to being brave and curious. Week 2, I'm ready for yah.