12th Berlin Biennale for Contemporary Art

Somewhere in the Caribbean

This sound work is part of the podcast series Museum of Breath.

With: Annabel Guérédrat, Jean-Hugues Miredin, Stéphanie Saxemard, Zephrine Royer, Mélanie Grant (storytellings), Gwladys Gambie (poem and storytelling), Olivier Marboeuf (composition, poems, voice, recordings), Victor Donati (recordings, editing and sound design), Léo Marboeuf (sound assistant), Blessing Tony, James Desiris & Shela Sheikh (voices).

With the support of Festival International d’Art Performance (FIAP Martinique, 3rd edition, May 2022) and Third Horizon Film Festival (Miami)

I know that I come from a complicated place

A small place

A mute place

In the middle of the ocean

The black ocean

The mute ocean

The angry ocean

is my body

I know that I come from a complicated place

A small place

A mute place

My thoughts are flying

Over a dominated world

Scattered ocean

Scattered voices

Come in

Come in

Welcome

in my body

I’m the storyteller

I’m the weaver

I’m the performer

I’m the filmmaker

I’m the shapeshifter

Scattered Flesh

Scattered blood

Scattered bones

Scattered mind

Archipelago

I’m the storyteller

I’m the weaver

I’m the filmmaker

I’m the shapeshifter

So I’m the caribbean monster

Under the water

My body is that island

The lost island

The black island

Somewhere

In the black ocean

The violent ocean

is my scattered blood

I’ve got this violence in me
I’m so used to having to defend myself

And to stay silent
Mute storm

Strange fruit

I’m the monster

And I’m the scattered storyteller

I’m the werewolf
And I’m the night weaver

Revolt and carnival

are in my blood

Bloody island

Somewhere

in the black ocean

I’m the monster

And I’m the scattered storyteller

I’m the werewolf
and I’m the night weaver

This strange fruit
This monstruous fruit

This ugly fruit

is my powerful body
Lost body

Scattered

Come in

Come in

My tongue is riped enough

To spit a storm

This poisoned landscape

is my body

Invisible blood

Scattered blood

is the island

The invisible island

The toxic island

is my body

Come in

Come in

Invisible breath

Like the scattered pattern

The mute pattern

of the bloody tapestry

I dive into the depths

of the crying ocean

The black ocean

Come in

Come in

I know that I come from a complicated place

A small place

A mute place

In the middle of the ocean

The black ocean

The mute ocean

The angry ocean

is my body

I am the living island

Carnival and revolt

In my flesh

Scattered howls

Scattered laughter

Dive with me

In the black ocean

In the warm ocean

of my blood

Come in

Come in