Susana Pilar: Reclaiming Space through Performance

C&AL: How have you been building your own strategies to decolonize and depatriarchalize memory archives? How did these ideas end up forming part of your artistic practice? Are there words or related ideas that guide you in this type of work?

SPD: I don’t know at what point it all started, I don’t remember. All I know is that the “Archive” does not represent me in the same way that I see myself. I am not a number, not I, nor those who came before me. I understood that this reality, written by the same hand that erased my ancestors, was not mine and I had to look for answers elsewhere. And the elders arrived, with all the stories kept in their hearts, and I learned that I come from Congo and Sierra Leone; that a Chinese man left Canton and ended up in Matanzas to become my great-great-grandfather; that we were not slaves but enslaved; and much more. Resistance, struggle, family archive, mothers, Black women, Negritude, are some of the words that guide me.

C&AL: Some of your recent works establish an incisive dialogue with the physical and architectural spaces where they are on display and appeal to memories connected to those spaces. I’m thinking of your interventions at the Venice Biennale (Dibujo intercontinental /Intercontinental Drawing, 2017) and at the Dakar Biennale (Historias negras / Black Stories, 2022). What were you interested in highlighting or underscoring with those? How does the historical burden of the place affect the conception of your pieces?

SPD: There is feedback between what I want to communicate, the context in which I am and the tools I use. Many of my performances are in-situ and are charged with the History and the energy of the place where I make them. Intercontinental Drawing and Re-territorialization take place in a country that maintains large numbers of unprotected migrants in a state of limbo, most of whom are African. The boat I am towing is my heritage, my History, my ancestors, the journey they were forced to take… and the hairs that I pull out represent involuntary displacement, dislocation and uprooting. Black Stories takes place in a country from which my ancestors were kidnapped and enslaved, with no right to return.

C&AL: On your Instagram, I saw the performance you gave during the 12th Berlin Biennale. The action is accompanied by a poem that adds a lot of strength and depth. You told me you did that unannounced. What led you to do that? Your movements remind me of those that athletes perform when they are preparing for a race or making a difficult effort. Your expression is severe, even angry. I feel that there is a body that is no longer just acting in resistance but is ready with all its strength gathered for whatever is to come, the unthinkable. Tell me what ideas and feelings went through your mind when you were creating and carrying out the action and in which part of it the Biennale happened.

SPD: I gave that performance titled, Warming Up, spontaneously and unannounced. It happened during the opening of the Biennale in one of its main spaces called KW. The action I perform represents how I have felt about my relationship with this event and the poem (which in turn works as a statement of the work) puts the action in context. While I was preparing my participation in the Biennale, I felt silenced, used, minimized, mistreated and censored by the whole Biennale team (except for Kader Attia).

During the opening of the Berlin Biennale, I was there (arrived alone) present and absent, made invisible by a large power structure. I had no work on display (because all the works and solutions I proposed were denied or postponed), to the extent that there I was at my own opening, with no work. I met friends who asked me: “Is this your work?” or others who asked: “Are you here to visit the Biennale?” “Why isn’t your name on the flyer?” I was like that, a visitor, at my own opening, without “permission” or “authority” to show my work. They asked me to be patient, more patient and to wait until after the opening. I felt psychologically abused. A friend told me to look up the meaning of “gas lighting.” I tried to be calm, but my blood was boiling, and I asked myself: “What are you and why are you here?” The answer came to my mind in the form of this work. That was exactly how I was feeling, like I was preparing myself for a race that happening over and over again, but that they wouldn’t let me run in.

I decided to do this action on my own and reclaim my space. They resisted me, but I was stronger. You could see the rage in my face at the verbal pressure and physical sabotage of the censors obstructing my work. But I was stronger.

Note 1: The poem I wrote then at night, in the hotel, and finished the following day while traveling by train.

Note 2: The Biennale agreed to exhibit the video but they did not want to include the poem, which is part of the work.

Update one month after the interview: I would like to point out that communication and interaction with the Biennial technical team has improved in the last few weeks. This will have a positive impact during my upcoming presentations in August and September.

Translation: Sara Hanaburgh