TIME FOR REVOLUTION
TIME FOR REVOLUTION
TIME FOR REVOLUTION
As a spectator who can’t take any more of the news—each story worse than the next,
As an activist tired of seeing that nothing can be resolved by talking to institutions,
As a human being fed up with sterile communications that bring no action for those affected,
As a social being who, despite herself, belongs to capitalist society, feeling powerless, as if her voice— even when shouting at demonstrations— is never heard...
It’s as if the body must become the battleground for my struggles, because a body—dead or alive—seems to say more than voices or words that sink into oblivion.
With my own body, I want to shout my indignation at a humanity that learns nothing from its past mistakes. We are stuck in a perpetual cycle, as our old friend Plato might say, and it’s time to break this circle.
I’ve been waiting for the Messiah, but now that they’re clearly not coming, it’s up to us to come together and fight for an end to the desperate agony of a humanism that no longer resonates beyond borders.
If the words and images shared across all our fabulous social networks don’t make the elites—who clearly have the power to resolve poverty, social, and medical injustices—react, then let’s take up arms, WE ARTISTS, and burn all these arid, endless talks.
Without artists to tell the story, the world will remain a barren wasteland, where only aimless, detached capitalism will grow, serving merely to exchange a currency that doesn't actually exist if we stop using it.
The only real currency that exists is our exchange—from being to being, from idea to idea, from image to image.
That’s what history will remember.
!! Happy burning year of 2025 !!
Performance written by Sarah Konté
Directing and Shooting by Meredith Marlay
2022
SALA
Los Angeles
845 South Broadway, Los Angeles, CA 90014
Los Angeles
845 South Broadway, Los Angeles, CA 90014
NO BODY WILL SURRENDER (NBWS)
by
Sarah Konté
by
Sarah Konté
Images that oscillate in our memory, that clash, that observe each other and that decide to propose variations of the same story.
The sound which is made just like the identity which is built by the acted memories and the re-created memories: by this action of the work of the imagination, the subject reveals to itself a potentiality, a capacity to test its own forces of imagination, it would even be a performative act of oneself to oneself.
Memory of a body which is built by the traces of passages which it leaves with the liking of its peregrinations, it is thus well the trace of an alteration under the effect of a reaction:
the dancing movement of the identity which is experimented by this game of the imagination.
NBWS is then the interstice between the real memory and the imagined memory.
How to tell a memory, a story?
By the trace of the objects which remain to us. These objects which are like doors opening on a reconstituted memory.
Perhaps this NBWS play is really just a waking dream that comes to play before our eyes, a dream in which our real memories and our reconstructed memories play in concert.
Where does the alteration of the human being lie? By the passages: figurative characters, suggested, except for the teenager who comes to signal and mark their presence as a messenger of the affirmation of an identity quest.
A flag sits behind them, the flag of adolescence.
Poem in the videos :
No body will surrender
Where the stars are reflected
traces of the past accompany us
reminding us of the greatness of our ancestors. Where they seem to sink
they emerge in the night of a thousand colors and come to remind the amnesic souls
the strength of their history
the strength of their culture
the strength of their ACTUALITY
within these naive souls.