the ghost scar solo

Thank you all for coming.

Duration: 1 life in 1 hour and 30 minutes

Program:

Invitation Prologue – Divination game

Scar 1 – Coffee and Milk Scar over pubis – Being Invisible

Scar 2 – Sex Tent Scar over chin or under the beard – Being Gay

Scar 3 – The Stepmother Mirror Scar over eyebrow – Being seen

Scar 4 – Exotic Triptych Scar on the belly - Being a migrant

Scar 5 - Cracking Scar over forehead – Being an Activist

Epilogue – The Ghost Scar – Reframing the pieces

Entertaining quotes to a waiting room:

For me, the journey that began in despair now reaches a place of hope and a sense of empowerment. That has been my experience writing this book. I hope your experience as you read it is one that evokes your own power. 

Because alone no one can dream the dark into love. We need each other for that. We need all the power we can raise together. 

These are not comforting times in which to make promises; the stakes are too high, we are playing with forms of death from which there may be no return, and all the endings are still uncertain. 

We can only begin. 

Take hands; for we are the circle of rebirth. If there is to be renewal, it begins with us. We can touch - through these words, these pages. We can know the dark, and dream it into a new image. 

As life, friends. As source.

— Prologue to Starhawk, Dreaming the Dark (1982)

I sometimes investigate my own image. What am I really? Which stories are really mine?

I used to be solved. I used to be privileged, I used to be white, I used to be many things that I'm not sure about anymore.

I am the moment of the meeting. I am the instant and the frame of the meeting. The encounter with the multiple selves that inhabit the imperfect geography of me. Bones as stones. Maps of my body. Revolution of traumas. Tongue fingering the words. Cutting and soaking rituals. Dancing auras. Blind touching. Improvising. Documenting time that is already dead.

How to start the exhumation of the different Flavios that dwell in me?

Why do I suspect this is interesting to anyone but me? I don’t know, but…

This archaeological work of my scars is about where and how these scars project ghosts of me into the world.

Research objects - My body is the place; skin, flesh, hair, fluids... Scissors and razors make their way, scotch tape delimits the frame and the boundaries. Brushes and pigments mark territories. The camera as witness.

Expected technique - Clean and isolate the perimeter of the scar, expose the scar with the aesthetic trace that can transform it into sensitive artistic information. Audiovisual documentation of the body’s archeological field.

Result - Finding the traces of the multiple selves that inhabit this body. Reshaping the memories into fresh fictional narratives. Reframing the body anew as a positioned political body.

My name is Flavio Rodrigo Orzari (from of my mother) and Ferreira (from of my father).

I am 37 years old.

I'm gay.

I identify with the pronoun “he” or “him,” but I prefer “you.” Maybe I can also use “they” or “them” as pronouns.

I was born in Araras, in the countryside of São Paulo.

Here in Europe I am considered a colored person. In Brazil I am considered white.

Here I can only be a member of the family of a Union citizen.

I cannot vote here yet.

I am here today as a post-colonized gay Latin American married cis man who is under the civil and legal guardianship of a European white cis man.

I love my husband, he is one of the sweetest people I know in the world.