She writes with white ink
She writes with white ink
A performance composed of fragments of womanlanguage. Fragment1 is Art Tools. Fragment2 is Soul Blanket.

The original concept for She writes with white ink came from a language for women - how would we express ourselves if we developed our own language - how do we alter existing language structures to express ourselves?

Ten years ago, I read Helene Cixous', Sorties for a class. The line - Write yourself, your body must be heard - affected me deeply. The essay also contains the line - She writes in white ink. Instead of the two page paper we were supposed to write, I drew with my breast milk. These things never left my consciousness completely and led to the original concept for She writes with white ink.

When I was describing trauma to a lover, an image from a memoir I read several years ago came into my mind. One night the author walked into her kitchen to see her partner, a woman who had suffered trauma, laying on the floor with every knife in the house encircling her. I told my lover that this is how trauma feels.

This image stayed with me for the next two and a half days, edging around in the back of my mind, until it shifted shape and became me surrounded by my art tools. I gathered art tools and created the circle in my living room with two other artists as witness. It was powerful.

The following week, I had a rehearsal with a dancer. I brought the art tools and a blanket. I arranged the tools in a corner of the rehearsal space and spread the blanket out in the middle of the space. As I moved in the circle of tools, it was apparent that I had a piece, but it didn't feel like She writes with white ink as I had conceived it. The piece with the art tools grew larger. Did I shelve it and focus on the original She writes? Did I develop this piece and shelve She writes? I moved to the blanket. The dancer said, You could perform this piece as fragments instead of as a continuous piece from one movement to the next. In that moment, She writes with white ink sunk deep into my body and became a language for me.

Art Tools
Fragment 1: Art Tools

Soul Blanket

Write your self: Your body must be heard. - Helene Cixous, Sorties Button