Kubra Khademi // EMPREMTA 2017 festival internacional de performance

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02 May Kubra Khademi // EMPREMTA 2017 festival internacional de performance

(Afganistán)

Un alma. Un ser humano. Una mujer. Una feminista. Una refugiada. Pero ¿qué importa? Su arte lo implica todo.

Ella es una artista de performance afgana y una feminista radicada en París. A través de su práctica, Khademi explora su vida como refugiada y como mujer. Estudió artes plásticas en la Universidad de Kabul, antes de asistir a la Beaconhouse National University en Lahore, Pakistán. En Lahore empezó a crear performances en espacios públicos, una práctica que continuó en su regreso a Kabul, donde su trabajo respondió activamente ante una sociedad dominada por hombres en una extrema política patriarcal. Después de realizar su pieza conocida como Armor en 2015, Khademi se vio obligada a huir de su país de origen. Actualmente vive y trabaja en París, Francia.

Kubra Khademi 18KG PERFORMANCE

performance

The journey continues within the earth, the mother earth, the female mother, the female body, the feminine body with curves – filled with salt which insists on herself, on her salty self. a pregnant woman just like a very much woman. a desired woman, a successful woman who gives birth, who gives life to a living being. The shape disappears slowly and gently in the presence of everyone; her presence, the audience and the water that was ingressing into her body-earth, washes and demolishes her body.

I was a heavy pregnant woman. smiling i walked and set in the space, water start running from above and slowly started melting the salt of my breasts then stomack and buttom. water was cold and it was hard to bear it but i must have waited to get all salt run and disapear with water. my body slightly was shaking because of coldness of water too, it was uncomfortable but my goal was to walk out with no salt under my costume. i was feeling very alone under the gaze of audience even though most of the time i had my eyes close.

I remember i cried for a while but i was sure no one saw it, because i was under so much water, few drops were not visible at all, i think i had pain somehow and slowly i was giving birth.

PROCESO DE RESIDENCIA Y MÁS SOBRE LA OBRA

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