http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teufelsberg
On friday I did a ritual performance on Teufelsberg in Berlin within the Grunewald Forest, which is one of many 'mountains' in Berlin created by rubble from WW2 dumped within natural landscapes. Victoria Park in Kreuzberg is another. There are 2 mountains at Teufelsberg (Devils mountain) and we climbed this first one, which has the former American spy base on it. You used to be able to enter here illegally, but it currently has squatters residing in it who have sealed all the holes in the fence and are charging 7 euro to enter for one hour on a tour! 2 of my friends jumped the fence to have a look but the rest of us went to this other mountain from which this distant photo is taken of the spy base.
I brought with me my rejected health insurance policy for a rejected german/artist visa (as in the post below at
http://burnandsurrender.blogspot.de/2012/10/pregnancy-healthcare-me-and-german-visa.html) in response to a friend of mine whom I emailed my project letter to who I suggested us going to Teufelsberg thought me doing something to this policy would represent this injustice of having to pay twice as much as a woman immigrant/foreigner to get a visa for Germany. I thought that this could be destroyed on top of the mountain and contributing to the 'rubble' of German history. With an axe bought for a performance 2 years ago from Berlin from men who asked me what the axe was for and I said "mein mann" laughed heartily (my husband) and I had made Germans laugh in german for the first time realising the humour was dark. When I said it was for a performance/dance they thought I was just weird. Then the idea was to pour water over myself and the insurance document, to 'cleanse' us, and the situation, then plant a plant within the soil with the destroyed insurance to create a new beginning. This is suggested by Jodorowsky, whenever something is buried something also needs to be planted, to bring forth the new.
definitely the whole pregnancy healthcare thing would be an interesting angle....it still totally pisses me off that i have to pay for the fact im a woman here!
I have since discovered that the rubble from the bombed city of Berlin was coincidentally all moved BY WOMEN from the city of Berlin. These women also endured horrendous sexual violence by the Russian forces taking over whom Stalin said they had 3 days to 'do whatever they wanted' to - to the city, which went on for 3 months. This is a synchronicity I found out after doing my performance ritual (that it was rubble moved by women), documented by a male friend from NZ who invited me to perform in Frankfurt, Matthew Ward. I am having trouble transferring the files from my camera to computer currently.
As seen in the first photo above there are natural human made tracks carved out of this second mountain unlike the first which has concrete paths and going down the mountain on then there is obvious rubble protruding from the dirt, bits of building, full brick walls from a bombed part of someone's house. I changed into my black tutu bottom from my performance Weg A-way, a solo about Berlin/the 'axe dance'- for me this represents the Russian 'ballet' love stories (often of tortured women, ballet itself tortures the female erotic body) as a 'dance' between Germany and Russia, plus the health insurance is from a British company Axa and the reason I didn't get the visa was based upon language difference and 'outsiderness' somehow residue of the war also. I wore an "I Heart Berlin" t-shirt and my blond wig, to satirise this identity- the Aryan child- I used to be blond also, so this movement from child to woman. Forced pregnancy healthcare costing twice than for a man is not only sexist but also definitely controlling of the erotic female body in relation to money. The healthcare is not even valid for one year, I suggested they create a discount for this to the woman I signed up with, as you're paying money for nothing for a year just to get a visa. An axe for me is from the Little Red Riding Hood story, a german Grimms Fairy tale about the safety/non safety of a girl coming into womanhood venturing 'off the beaten track'. Somehow being filmed/photographed by a male friend on this path seemed healing.
I got asked by an olderish couple in german what i was doing with my axe and I said 'dancing' ! who thought this was hilarious. I got changed, in the bushes, waiting for men to walk passed.. then began the ritual on a path leading to the other mountain on a sunny day in autumn. The document chopped well in the soil on the bricks and dirt. Somehow I had images also of this 'institution' the bricks as a broken institution.. and this visa/immigration/healthcare as an institution, fragmented. The water was heavy to carry there and it was a relief to pour it over myself and the document, which then cut even more easily. This ritual got dirtier and dirtier as I started to with my fingers dig earth to make a place for the plant and to bury the paper with the plant on the hillside with the bricks. Water and dirt was flicking all over me and I continued to use the axe to dig. The plant was from my flat balcony, symbolising my peace and goodwill to return here to this flat and to Germany/Berlin. I felt that I was somehow addressing the destruction of Berlin too and the torture of women during war within this but unconsciously. The piece addressed the past but the present more specifically, how to heal wounds of immigration for a single woman trying to travel through this world, how to find peace with a difficult place- despite and because of money and the erotic female body. Turned into art.. The couple on the hill asked "have you danced" (hab du getanzt?) to which I said 'yes of course!' and they laughed..
I was also interested in the blur of 'nature' and 'culture' in this ritual, the fake hill and fake costumes, wig, the real axe, dirt, plant, document. The fact that culture so often 'dumps' onto the female body, onto the Earth, as metaphors. This subversive and Ana Mendietaish.. ritual in 'nature' dealing with persona/political notions of money systems in relation to the female erotic body and its control. Turned into art through very much a 'psychomagic' action, combined with and supported by friends, both male and female.
https://vimeo.com/52297679