support daniel’s trip to Hawaii to participate in the YEMOYA International Artist Residency
YASSS thank you universe! I got a travel grant from the Canada Council for the Arts! I can’t adjust my fundraising goal since the campaign is already live but thankfully I won’t need to raise as much. I still need your support if you can though, every little bit helps. I’m so excited to get D’bi.young Anitafrika's support in creating this story and I can not wait to share it! #mahalo
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i’ve got 3 weeks left! please share! please support!
Pieter Hugo “Kin”
“[Kin] is an engagement with the failure of the South African colonial experiment and my sense of being ‘colonial driftwood. [South Africa] is a very violent society and the scars of colonialism and apartheid still run very deep. Issues of race and cultural custodianship permeate every aspect of society, and the legacy of forced racial segregation casts a long shadow.” (source)
I’ve been accepted to the YEMOYA international artist residency this summer in Hawaii! YEMOYA is a 3 week intensive program, combining artistic training with health and wellness practices, which fosters the collective holistic development of art makers from around the world who are emerging, mid-career or established. Participants get the opportunity to share artistic works, points of view, and growth in an intimate and nurturing setting under the mentorship of d’bi.young anitafrika. The program consists of one-to-one mentorship, group facilitation, community service, weekly presentations and a completion ceremony and presentation. We’ll be working under d’bi.young’s SORPLUSI Methodology. The 8 guiding principles of this framework are: Self-knowledge, Orality, Rhythm, Political Content and Context, Language, Urgency, Sacredness and Integrity. How dope is that?!
I need your help!
The total cost of this trip is $4150, help me raise $2000 to go towards:
- $2500 for tuition (includes accommodation, program instruction, creative materials and field trips)
- $1500 for travel expenses ($1100 return airfare and $400 ground transportation)
- $150 for food and groceries (in hawaii)
I’m a starving artist and full time student - your support is crucial. My upcoming school year in Montreal will cost me a whopping $18900 (tuition, supplies, rent)and since my financial resources are minimalmost of that will have to (somehow - lawdahmercy) be earned during my summer break.
As a Black, Queer, Immigrant, Artist, I live at the intersection of multiple marginalized communities and access to professional development opportunities of this nature is very limited. I am passionate about giving voice to the experiences of people who, like me, live at the margins where the barriers are plenty. This opportunity to work with d’bi.young anitafrika is invaluable and will have immense impact on my career. d’bi.young is an internationally celebrated artist whose life and work has influenced my own life and work tremendously. Every cent from this fundraiser will go towards the trip to Hawaii and if there’s any excess it will go towards the next phase of the project - development and production.
Other Ways You Can Help
If you can’t contribute financially, please consider sharing this with your families and communities. Post this campaign on all your networks and I am super grateful. I’m grateful you took the time just reading this!
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wow, $280 in two weeks - big thanks to all the contributors so far!
just 4 weeks left to go, help me reach my goal and get to hawaii pleaseeeeeee <3
'Sista Girls' by Bindi Cole
The term ‘Sistagirl’ is used to describe a transgender person in Tiwi Island culture. Traditionally, the term was ‘Yimpininni’. The very existence of the word provides some indication of the inclusive attitudes historically extended towards Aboriginal sexual minorities. Colonisation not only wiped out many indigenous people, it also had an impact on Aboriginal culture and understanding of sexual and gender expression. As Catholicism took hold and many traditions were lost, this term became a thing of the past. Yimpininni were once held in high regard as the nurturers within the family unit and tribe much like the Faafafine from Samoa. As the usage of the term vanished, tribes’ attitudes toward queer indigenous people began to resemble that of the western world and religious right. Even today many Sistergirls are excluded from their own tribes and suffer at the hands of others.
Within a population of around 2500, there are approximately 50 ‘Sistagirls’ living on the Tiwi Islands. This community contains a complex range of dynamics including a hierarchy (a queen Sistergirl), politics, and a significant history of pride and shame. The Sistagirls are isolated yet thriving, unexplored territory with a beauty, strength and diversity to inspire and challenge.
If His Name Were Mandingo
He speaks damn good English to me.
I’m his brother, Carver.
He doesn’t speak that
'dis' and 'dat” bull
I’ve seen quoted.
Every word he speaks
rings clear in my head.
I don’t suppose you ever
hear him clearly?
You’re always busy,
seeking other things of him.
His name isn’t important.
It would be a coincidence
if he had a name,
a face, a mind.
If he’s not hard-on
then he’s hard up
and either way
you watch him.
You want crossover music.
You want his pleasure
without guilt or capture.
You don’t notice
many things about him.
He doesn’t always
wear a red ski cap,
eat fried chicken,
fuck like the jungle.
He doesn’t always
live with his mother,
or off the street,
or off some bitch as you assume.
You give the appearance of concern.
You offer him twenty dollars
telling him it’s cabfare
and discharge him from your home.
Your paths cross the next day.
You don’t acknowledge him, but he remembers,
his seed dilutes in your blood.
He doesn’t dance well,
but you don’t notice.
He’s only visible
in the dark
We cannot afford to be disconnected from these institutions, yet it would seem that we are willing to create and accept dysfunctional roles in them, roles of caricature, silence and illusion. In truth, we are often forced into these roles to survive. This critical dilemma causes some of us to engage in dishonest relationships with our kin. It can foster apathy between us and the communities of home that we need and that need our presence.