In juxtaposing statements like "Trust me, I am the prime minister" with "Trust me, I am not the prime minister"; "Trust me, I am a man" with "Trust me, I am a woman"; and "Trust me, I am your mother" with "Trust me, I know what you want," Lindy was a figure of simultaneity. She was both still and in motion, both AM and AM-NOT. By acknowledging the impossibility (and yet the constant presence) of these dualities within us, she harnessed the power and presence of the am-not just as readily as others harness the power of the am.
Once ready, Babin stood upon the edge of her platform, and presented us with a traditional song of New France, A la Claire Fontaine, a morale-raising song used by troops of revolution. When the clear notes had fallen silent, she turned to the wall and began pummeling it with her cabbage gloves. At the same time, she pushed her body into song. As she progressed, battered blue cabbage-blood stains spread across the wall, and the smell of bruised cabbage mingled in the air with Babin's voice as it strained to push past physical exertion. The chorus, Il y a longtemps que je t'aime // Jamais je ne t'oublierai (So long I've been loving you // I will never forget you) was underscored by the thudding of the cabbages and the panting of caught breath.
We look forward to seeing you today at the Free Gallery for Chaw Ei Thein's ongoing performance 'Quiet River', as well as for Simia Civelek's 'Black box'.
Tonight at XPACE, Mahan Javadi is heading up performances at 6PM, and John G. Boehme, Alejandra Herrera, József R. Juhász and Norbert Klassen will continue at 8.