In 2015, in New Orleans, I put a nightgown, a pair of sneakers, wrapped my hair in an indigo west-African scarf and I went to a friend to dance. I danced hours without any kind of music. I danced and he filmed me. It was not an ordinary dance. I did it in tribute to all Black people whose body has been humiliated, enslaved, tortured, shot by all those who has been considered, who still consider that Black live does not matter.
I, Black woman, of African descent, witness, listener, heiress, performer, happy survivor, I allow myself to dance Black History. Entitled The Flesh of History, MY 37' experimental movie is an exploration threw the middle passage, life/death on sugar plantations until what happens today to African American people.
I, Black woman, of African descent, witness, listener, heiress, performer, happy survivor, I allow myself to dance Black History. Entitled The Flesh of History, MY 37' experimental movie is an exploration threw the middle passage, life/death on sugar plantations until what happens today to African American people.