Motherhood and labor can take the wind out of you. It’s been three weeks since post-partum and I am just now able to sit, reflect and rub the birthing belly. The Ood gestated over a year ago. There was no real knowledge of what to do with it, where to foster its growth. It was a simple, overwhelming feeling, a need to yield a work that questioned how to rear children in this present world.
I have an eight-year-old son. Minka has a teenage daughter. Yakini has two young bright eyed ones not yet five. This is a personal conversation, a personal dialogue and set of instructions that played out in the making of The Ood. For these co-conspirators and our young hearted babes, I meditate on the need to continue practicing The Ood’s queries, performing its instructions, because the challenges of being black, of being mother, woman or man, or child, in flesh reflective of myriad dark tones and marred by an American history, charged and resilient within an American history, is not suited for a one off performance. Expect more of this. Expect more of me.
I am grateful to Synchronicity’s Stripped Bare Lab for the resources, the support, and the ‘yes’ to experimentalism. It is exciting to get support from an institution in your hometown. Even greater, getting a ‘yes’ from an arts institution and having legit space to do WHATEVER you seek to do without feeling bound…THE BEST. That’s trust. That’s a brilliant beginning to a new formal practice. I look forward to cultivating more with Synchronicity, the arts community and the city of Atlanta.