"Blue" Premiers at We Create: Celebrating women in the arts festival on 4/6 - 4/7/2018 in Boston, MA for more information click here
"Blue" is a hybrid work of spoken word poetry and sound art that speaks to the grief and complex relationships of connection and loss that emerge from the events of the transatlantic slave trade. "Blue" invites participants to not only listen but feel the voices of water, spirit, and oneself.
Credits: Text written, read, and recorded by Grace Osborne. Audio recorded by Grace Osborne in Pasadena, California and Cleo Barnett in various locations in Aotearoa/New Zealand. Audio edited by Grace Osborne.
Note (s) of Thanks: Thank you ancestors for gifting me with these ideas. Thank you mom, grandma, and great grandmother for the path you've walked and the life you live(d). Thank you Cleo for trusting the process and helping me record these beautiful sounds. Thank you Marsha for believing in this piece and accepting it into your festival. Thank you Jenny for mentoring me throughout this process. Thank you Ed for helping me get this piece to sound right in the hall. Thank you Harrison for understanding my intent and creating the perfect lighting for a piece that is not meant to be seen.
My three weeks in Aotearoa/New Zealand was absolutely amazing. There is not day that passes where I don't miss being there. The experience I had was life changing. (No I didn't go for research) I went for myself and yet I couldn't turn off my academic brain completely. My time there made me see the necessary changes and adjustments I need to make to my life in general but especially about my dissertation and area of focus. I realized that I need to focus my writing on listening... as listening is what I am most passionate about.. How does one listen without the ears? How do places and spaces emerge through acts of listening? What are non-western ways of understanding that which we call "listening"?
One night, instead of sleeping, the group I was with went on a 6 hour barefoot night-walk in the bush and there was a moment where we went into this cave and the pain was almost unbearable. I thought I wouldn't make it but with help I did. Sometimes I can't help but think I'm still in that dark tunnel sprinkled with incandescent green glowworms. Only for a season.