My name is Catrina. Catherine? Kathryn? You can call me Kate. I dance with all. I dance with the old. I dance with the young, Alas. With the rich and the poor The mighty and the humble. I dance with Death. Dance with me. You can call me Kate. Another dancer at the Day of the…
G. had finally found a door to his size. (Montreal, June 3019). And he opened it… An old pick-up & radio was playing a Charleston. Absolutely nothing happened. Ai Weiwei expo. Mexico, 2029. “The wire” wrapped its final season. Then came the eagle, looking for the rabbit. The Chinelo dancer froze. The young girl finished her ice-cream.…
“I can hear the bull frog callin’ me” “Well, take me back down where cool water flow, y’all” “Let me remember things I love” “Stoppin’ at the log where catfish bite, “Walkin’ along the river road at night,” “Barefoot girls dancin’ in the moonlight-ee”. Pencil, crayon and water colour. Portrait of a young woman dancing…
American History. Guarani art, Asunción, Paraguay. Look at life through pink glasses. Mexico city. Putin was here. Or was it Kilroy? Mexico. Guarani eyes, Asunción. Gimme your hand. Asunción. Fly, little bird, fly. Asunción. Imperialism shall prevail. Mexico. “Alas, poor Yorrick. I knew him well, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of excellent fancy.” (Hamlet).…
I have many names. Some call me Malaika. Others call me Malak al-mawt. Some call me Red, or the Angel of Death. Others call me Azraela. Who calls me that? Gabriella, Raphaëla, Mikaëla. We are the Angelas. Angelas? Not Angels? Yes. I ‘m afraid some things were lost in translation. Have no fear, dear Reader. We…
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