mtoto wa baba yangu (my father's daughter), 2017•
video, sound Installation, performance•
veil, my blood, bible, father's heartbeat, coffee, tobacco, brown sugar, roses
mtoto wa baba yangu (my father's daughter) is a ceremonial homage to my father's 20th year exiled in Cuba. Through my presence alone, this performance intends to honor my father's sacrifice to his family, his decision of relocating me, his only daughter, to a country that is by no means perfect or just, but allowed me to develop into an individual not stifled by political repression or governmental isolation. I visually articulate elements of memory imperative in my journey as an illegal child immigrant to what I represent today, while affirming my community through words & my appropriation of baptism.. the parallels of sexual and gender variance, spiritual fluidity and cultural adherence through migratory thought guide this performance. The coffee, brown sugar and tobacco represent the labor of diasporic peoples displaced through central/south america/the carribean•their work fueling the luxuriating forces of a western world (neurosis of coffee culture/global righteousness around free trade sugar farming, exoticism of cuba, its tobacco, & peoples that share this skin) cloaked in Christian righteousness devoid of “loving thy neighbor' as the book speaks. My blood is spilled for siblings that are no more, to the children that never made it. The installation of the veil represents the symbiotic essence of my mother, paying reverence to all Muslim Women under persecution globally, veiled or unveiled, & as metaphor of those existing in silence & darkness..This is for you."