F U T U R E R I T U A L
F U T U R E R I T U A L was established in 2017 by Joseph Morgan Schofield and Thomas Yeomans. The initial phase of the project took the form of six itinerant performance events, temporarily inhabiting and activating borrowed spaces, with five or six works taking place at each event. The events held space for artists and audiences interested in queerness, ritual, myth, magick, and mysticism to come together, to resist marginalization, to challenge decency, to protest, to process, to dream us forward.
In September 2019, F U T U R E R I T U A L presented a three day programme at Kunstraum and the Live Art Development Agency. The programme was entirely free to attend and included a screening and discussion event, followed by two performance events.
More about the project can be found: https://www.josephmorganschofield.com/fr-london-2019-kunstraum-26
In my work, I never know what is going to be the outcome of my actions. I entirely place myself in the moment of doing. My body becomes a vessel stretching and molding time or allowing time to clear and remold my own memory. Before the performance happened I wrote in my diary:
2019 September 26
My existence Is it constrained by a system I live in? Is it depending on it? In which ways do I have or can live?
A small gallery space, White walls, Closed windows with wooden white pallets It feels like our society We live in.
It all raises questions of my belonging Fitting in and molding time. Molding or being mold by it Me and the rest of us.
My back hurts. I am afraid to fall and hurt myself I beg the moment be on my site. I am going to get a lot of white flower, Poor it in a ball until it's full Overfilled. As in our current times Overfilled with the white man’s power.
I have a lot of white, long, medical needles Long white with the yellow tips at the end. I am going to place them in a circle
To remind me of the fire we burned in Venice I want to burn the incense that we were once given During the Venice International Performance Art Week by Francesca Carol as a symbol of TRUST.
I want that smell come through my skin, Reach the place where I was most naked Take my fears away and let me lightly fall Into our worlds, always out of reach The Utopian Dream.
I wet the dress and wash it Put it back on and fall again.
I'll give myself to the moment Stand and look back at the dust That is forever being shaped and again unshaped Mold by our living bodies. I'll take my black dress off And pin it with two shiny needles On my shoulders, In the memory of those who fought and forever fights for our inner freedom.
I'll place my body inside the man’s designed and built Architectural and social frame. I'll let the water drip down and I'll hold the weight of memory That can’t ever none own.
all photos by Jemima Yong
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