Sept to Nov in 3 minutes & 5 Seconds

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My first video recapping September - November 2013; there are a lot of things that need to be worked on, but I'm still pretty proud of my video!

SONG CREDITS

Morsa - erotic post-ironic ft. Ella morsa

Dd2 remixx - legend da beatslaya

Blank kytt  - sgt frog

Handbook - been a while since you spoke bad panda

Unknown - Flying until the end

Happy Birthday Body Fat! Happy Birthday.

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Asian Arts Freedom School hosted a 3-part workshop series with Catherine Hernandez.

In the first workshop Catherine created a circle of safe vulnerability where we had to connect with our muse (or intuition) by making eye contact with other participants then breaking into a body movement. We then split into small groups to re-create a reading of a eulogy. Following the reading Catherine invited us to write a creative eulogy; some people wrote about their past selves and others spoke of abstract concepts. Here's mine, talking about the death of expectations:

Goodnight sweet expectations. Born before the birth of your mother; plans, hopes, and dreams. You were supposed to bring Fonna the American Dream - husband, some kids, a nice house, with a pleasant job - regurgitating norms.

Fondest farewell as a reclamation is in process. Expectations, you've held back many dreams, disappointed many parents, and shattered countless relationships. We now collectively make space for you in the ground in order to allow creativity, uniqueness, inhibition, and pure joy.

Expectations, ever since your passing you've allowed people to finally be happy and carefree 
(It will be interesting to lose you).

Yesterday Alvis and I were the only participants… and the creation process was choppy but hella connected.

Again, Catherine led us through writing and performing the death and life of something/someone. While performing we played with levels, smudged one another, and re-created ourselves with objects. Below is my eulogy celebrating the death of mislabeling self-care:

We mark the end of a significant time period in which doing nothing all day is seen as lazy and unproductive.

This perspective has brought about many fears amongst people who are taking care of themselves, beautifully tangled bodies, and fabulous folks dealing with chronic illnesses.

Today, gathered in mourning are the capitalist fucktards that reinforce the idea of resting is a weak trait.

We wish to never look back at feelings of shame and hurt; instead looking forward to happier, healthier, healing individuals in this community.

Thank You.

Following death, we always look forward to birth - here is my birth announcement about body fat:

Happy Birthday Body Fat!

Born of brown skin, luscious rolls, curves, crevices, and waves. The world opens in acceptance, to growth, and fullness of your being and existence.

Parented by others with different names - baby fat, chubby, big boned, voluptuous - oh, it is a treat to see you today!

Siblings sausage fingers and chub rub rejoice, excited to see you grow into muffin tops and back boobies.

Today we celebrate the concluding stages of body positivity by gathering together in family feasts in order to see you flourish.

Happy Birthday Body Fat! Happy Birthday.

I hope you liked what I created.

- Fonna

P.S. I'm currently jamming' out to Elton John!

A Sunday with Catherine Hernandez

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Sundays are typically known to be resting days, but on the 17th I participated in a workshop facilitated by Catherine Hernandez (hosted by Asian Arts Freedom School). Right after check-in Catherine introduced us to the concept of muse and ego. With artists our muse is also known as our intuition - where we trust our instincts and create whatever is necessary in the moment. The ego often hinders the creative spirit of the muse by re-enforcing socialized norms and rules. The activity required us to be vulnerable, make eye-contact one at a time with other participants then bust out a movement we were feeling in that particular moment. We did this three times to three different songs and I realized my ego is hella dominant. Simply "going with the flow" and "trusting my intuition" was tough for me - I was afraid of embarrasing myself by making the wrong type of movement. Thankfully, we will be doing two more workshops in the upcoming weeks, so I can learn how to quiet my screaming ego.

Afterwards, I offered some videography services to Catherine for Operation Lifeboat by Sulong Theatre. It was a lucky opportunity because I had a camera on me - plus I haven't had money to donate relief funds to the Philippines, so shooting videos was my contribution at the time. We filmed Alvis Choi, Katie Sly, & Ill Nana Diverse City Dance Company. They all spoke about really relevant topics and I'm excited to see their videos.

So far here are some of the videos where my film clips were included:

Requiem for a Dream: The Drag Musical

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Drag Musical - Xem by Akriti Photo Credit: Akriti Jain

Requiem for a Dream: The Drag Musical

Performing is one heck of an experience.

Our team completed 12 weeks of workshops to create our final piece that was performed on Oct. 30th. The surprising calm I experienced before the performance was eerily awesome, but it made time for me to take pictures! Over 200 attendees cheered, wooed, and sung with the drag musical team. I am eternally grateful for the support behind my insecurities and vulnerabilities throughout this entire experience.  Now to have our final celebration party!

Caged Black Woman - Kofi Genfi & OmariOneal

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Stay strong Black Women ... on International Women's Day

So she screams, she screams. . For her ex-love to wake up, So they kiss and make up, Oh how she wishes she can dream again, but she can't- so she needs her make up, To cover up her bumps and bruises, But Moreso to cover up the fact that she is useless, She sells herself short not knowing she is as good as gold, So she slaps on more and more mascara to cover up the deformation these mirrors have done to her soul, Half blinded she has been rendered broken, She doesn’t see that every time she gives up her body she depreciates in value, So to the next man she becomes as good as old