AWAKE/ANIMA

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          AWAKE/ANIMA .  performance, 2026
                   
                      To watch click on VIDEO 

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This performance is made with the artworks "Awake", painting and clay sculpture, and the text "Anima". It is a part of a bigger body of work called Make soup/Make art. 
As inspiration for this performance, two women, Clarissa Pinkola Estes and her book Woman running with wolves, and Julia Monning, friend and performer. 


​Audio text transcript : 

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ANIMA 


The kids had been gone for 4 days and half when she started to recognise a glimpse of something that felt like herself waking up in her body. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time. The anima, the soul of the ancient wild woman, coming back to her. She knew it was gone, and she is been searching for it desperately. She knew it lies hidden somewhere in between creation and rest, she kept trying to contact it. But this time, it felt like deep in her body, somethings shifted, something that felt like home, but like an ancient home, a cave, a sparkle that can start a fire. It was so fragile but yet it was there, it was alive, something too abstract to even name properly, it doesn’t matter. It was a sensation to grab onto. It has been long gone, inaccessible, here all this time but far away at the same time, untouchable. And she was grieving it.                                                                                                                                                                                               It wasn’t the children’s fault. not at all. She loves them to death and beyond and knows and proclaim, kids are kids. Alive. No, it is not to have children the problem. It was the society she was thinking about. The society that left her alone after her postpartum. The society that stole her husband everyday. Society letting her with domestic endless work, emotional load, insecurities and other demons to deal with on her own most of the time. Society telling her she wasn’t enough and she needed to keep going,  do more and be stronger. Society that ripped her off the basic needs she had, of community, support, and a feeling of safety in her own body. Society that taught her so well when she was really young to handle the pressure and apply it herself on her own mind and body, and be nice. So nice that she won’t know when her boundaries are crossed, because, she has to smile, and be nice. So nice that she will while being sick or burnout,  try to think of everyone’s emotions before hers. 



“I liked it better when you were nice he said”
“Being nice is not helping me”


Everyone was taught very well their place at a young age. And they lived happily ever after while they spent their lives trying to forget it.






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