I want to make a film:
I want to make a short film introducing my madness and relationship with belonging through the battles of migration, estrangement , history, care and absurdity.
This work examines how personal and historical migration shape the feeling of belonging—how it is disrupted, negotiated, and reclaimed, bridging the personal and the political.



Script
Ten Minutes or less
Act 1 - Black and white section shot in ajamu’s studio, quick choppy clips
Audio - I sing a rendition of - James Blake - I never Learned to share
Scene 1 - Boxing drills
Scene 2 - I would rather die podcast set up - a podcast that I started where I hilariously try to explain how to be a successful artist mocking youtubers. I tell people to do do as many things at the same time and show them how by playing jenga, crocheting, reading books, drawing, interviewing ‘experts’, all while wearing a crochet gimp mask
Scene 3 - I look straight into the camera, becoming equal with my viewers
Act 2 - Color shots, in nature at Northwick Park
Audio - Birds, wind, russingling, a conversation begins an continues
Scene 4 - Brown hands rotate a flower signs the backdrop of a blue sky, a phone rings, you hear my voice greeting my aunt Denise, I ask here about belonging, and the queer members of our family and she offers a spiritual response that continues as the scenes change
Scene 5 - Archival footage of me on a sunny day in my garden dressed in a nightgown, rinsing out yarn I have hand dyed and am laying on the clothing line to dry. The imagery resembles the life of house servants or mami’s, yet I am in my own home doing what I wish
Scene 6 - Archival footage of me in the same setting and outfit, rotating my body 90 degrees, until I have made a 360 turn, resembling how a slave or incarcerated individual would pose for observation/inspection.
Act 3 - Ajamu Studio - cool colors, set design based on a selected painting from Jacob Lawrence series on migration entitled, ‘Although the negro was used to Lynching, he found this an opertune time for him to leave where one had occurred’ (1940-1941).
Audio: a poem about belonging, humming
Scene 7 - I sit at a table with my head laid on it and my arm reaching for a bowl. In slow motion, friends dressed in black come and put food in my bowl, sit with me, and rub my back