Where could I hide my skin?
Where could I hide my body and existence?
And why should I hide them?
These questions are inherent to certain conditions of life since the world doesn’t allow such lives to forget who they are.
In this battlefield my body becomes a shadow, a mirror, an echo of this world.
More than [cre]action. More than work. More than art. This is a way to be able to [re]exist.
As a body that carries within itself visible geographical and historical demarcations, in the Malta Festival I am interested in investigating relations of belonging and not belonging, processes of exclusion, forced or not, categorized bodies, adrift or not. My body will be spontaneously available to reflect to the public which bodies we welcome or deny.
My body and existence are inevitable vectors of countless signs, many of them carried against its own choice.
Carrying these signs makes this existence an experience of ongoing re-action.
I want and I need to share this existence as it is.
More than a wish, it is a necessity. A need to not fade. A need to not choke. A need to stay alive.
My body is defiance, it is confrontation.
It is material that is present where it does not fit. It is invisibility that turns into a ubiquitous image for deviant eyes. It is unspoken words.
This body needs to be there to be the presence you don’t want to have, the scene you don’t want to see, the voice you don’t want to hear, the existence you don’t want to accept.
This body is a vector of catharsis. This body is a war machine.
My project at the Malta Festival has my body, which is delimited by a historical and geographical record externally visible and impossible to be erased, in a space that although it has openings, works as a space of confinement. The other can see me, try to achieve me if it is desired, but we are separated by a physical and symbolic distance, and it is this distance that I attempt to disrupt in order to look for the other in an honest response. My body carries in it the evidence of our undeniable differences and calls on the other to react to this body and show how they feel about it.
In this space my body challenges the other to relate to this body and this presence, going beyond territorial borders, visible and non-visible boundaries in search of establishing with the other a dialogue that can answer these questions:
What are the bodies we care about? What are the bodies whose reality and condition moves us? How much is a body worth?”.
Meet Priscila Rezende:
Meet Priscila Rezende: