Feeding Home, Performance Art. May - June 2017. As part of:
Venice International, PERFORMANCE ART WEEK
Presents: ART WEEK | WORKSHOP SERIES 2017
Facilitated by: La Pocha Nostra and Vest & Page



For ten immersive days we stayed at space C32 in Forte Marghera and these are the two parts of Feeding Home, the final piece created during the time in Venice. A day prior to the performance, we visited the historic city, the island and this was my experience:

Cristiano Esa Cosa Rara; Meso, Meso, Meso!
(Skirt dressing up). Venice, Italy. Summer, 2017.

I began walking in circles;
Excuse me; Do you have anything you want to give me? I said.
And then all of the sudden, me encuentro en una calle sin salida.
I am feeling dizzied.

I see callejones que son tan angostos, I can't get through.
I need to stop for a second, and right behind me, there is a church, y ella se detiene para
verme de pies a cabeza. I ran to hide en un cuarto oscuro llamado, el bienal de Nigeria con mil
espejos, y ángeles negros.

Me siento tan guey, que diga gay. Me agarro la falda para que estos mórbosos no me vean
desde abajo. Me quiero sentir perdido, que ni aun respirar puedo.

En una plaza vacía al final, con el sonido de un pájaro que suena como gato, miro hacia arriba.

I don't step on the cracks en el suelo, por no decir la mierda de perro. Las aves vuelan arriba
de mi cabeza.

Y de repente la flor en el camino, que mire hace dos horas atrás.
Me van siguiendo estos turistas, que hago?...Thunders present!!
Ahead, una pizzería.

And finally some peace I thought, a quiet passage... but I thought too soon, a man with a bright
red Ferrari shirt, begins by eyeballing me, followed by wolf-whistling, over and over again.

Vieja boca abierta, I thought in my head; se levanta las sunglasses, y me detengo en la
esquina, pretending I am working to let her go by.

I need to cover my eyes, I thought, hurry. I get a glimpse of myself in the storefront windows,
and I like what I see.
The bell rang; bong, bong, bong!
Bonasera! the man laying on the ground with wounded legs.
I thought; Que cosas más brillantes los timbres de esta ciudad.
Once again on a street without an exit.

Finalmente, I realized que vestir vestido es literalmente liberalmente.
Pero al mismo tiempo, I feel dirty.

Aceitunas y espaguetis. Whispers in the table, y los cuellos volteados. Solo a los hombres los
miro de cara a cara, y ellos me miran el culo. Cruzando el puente un water taxi stops again,
and the driver looks up, y nada mas me agarro la falda y sigo corriendo, oh Venecia, how much
embarrassment I've caused you today.


 




Above images: somewhere in Venice while collecting the information for the spoken word piece, and egg appetizers at C32.

Music played during Feeding Home, part I, Chavela Vargas, Macorina.

First and third photograph from the top - Photograph © Lorenza Cini.


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