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Sous-préfecture d’Aix-en-Provence / Police headquarters, December 16, 2015

In Aix-en-Provence, Marseille, Performances, Stories, Workshops on December 23, 2015 at 7:33 pm

“Missplaced Women?” Performed by Anaïs Clercx at Préfecture d’Aix-en-Provence / Police headquarters, city of  Aix-en-Provence, France on December 16, 2015, in the frame of “Missplaced Women?” workshop conducted by Tanja Ostojic, on performance art, migration, public space and surveillance, with participation of students and teachers of the École Supérieure des Beaux-Arts, Aix-en-Provence, France.

Anaïs Clercx (student, École Supérieure des Beaux-Arts d´Aix):

Finally, I have chosen to write in English, without corrections, so, I apologise for mistakes and other clumsiness… but I think the language, with his failing and inaccurate words, is big part of the migration’s stories.

As first, thank you very much, for your presence, your presentation, your work, and for the really interesting workshop.

This performance was not my first but its been the first time that I perform for someone else. And it’s my first performance in the public space, and it’s really different to space with framework, substructure, selected public… I think that misplacedwoman is a performative performance, because it’s again reverse that we have inside – outside, to do public performance. I don’t know if it’s clear, just, it’s like to undress, twice.

I choose the préfecture because for me it’s one of the borders for the migrants. It is here that the people can have official papers. But it’s a place for waiting, procedures. A lot of people went with trust, and realised that it’s not easy, sometimes it’s so complicated that the people drop off. Other times, it is a place of an ultimate and definitive “no”. I think that this place represents hope and despair, success and failure of the end of migration.

 

A man who was drinking beer in front of the closed préfecture happened to be an integral part of my performance. When I started to open my bag and to put down my things, the man believed that I was selling my things. He told me that in Marseille, some people used to sell — like a flea market… I already saw that. It was next to “porte d’Aix”, a lot of migrants come to sell something, I think, that was recovered from trash. But now, neighborhood restoration work began, and the flea market is forbidden. In fact, Marseille is changing, and the story of migration, strong in this city, is disappearing, erased, step by step.

It was an interesting exchange.

My own story of migration is a “question mark story”. I don’t know my origins, because I don’t have the story of my ancestry. My mum has grown up in a social centre (like wise my sister and me). My grandmother has abandoned her. Then, she has go in a foster family. Later, my mum wanted to search for her father, so she had go see my grandmother, but without result, because my grandmother was a prostitute, she doesn’t really know who is my grandfather. Maybe, it’s this hole in my family tree whereby I’m so interested in migration.

I have worked for the association “SOS Racisme” and I met a lot of people and a lot of stories. And I’m often shocked to see the way they are treated. Dalila Mahdjoub, who has contributed as well to the thematic week, said (about imprisonment of migrants) “réprimé non pour un fait mais pour un etat”.  “Imprisoned for an identity, and not for a crime”. I noticed that too, — when I was interested about the squat of Cachan in 2008. I realized that mostly migrants couldn’t possess official home, and they had to open an abandoned house, and live in illegality. I search to understand, what’s the migrant situation, now, before and after. What’s the trend? And simply, where is “the problem of migration”? Do we have really a problem of migration?

 

 

** Please, can you don’t correct me? I am questioning the role of the language in the thought. Sometimes mistakes can explain the differences of cultures. And the crossbreed is a strength.

Thanks again, Tanya, and really nice to meet you.

Anaïs Clercx

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La Grand Escalier de la Gare du Saint Charles a Marseille, France, December 17, 2015.

In Marseille, Railway-stations on December 18, 2015 at 9:53 am

On December 17, 2015, from about 12:45 to 13:30h, on my way from village of Vauvenargue and Aix-en-Provence to Géneve, I performed my “Missplaced Women?” on la Grand Escalier de la Gare du Saint Charles a Marseille. As I had almost an hour of time, while waiting for my TGV train, I enjoyed the gorgeous staircase and the view from the top. I enjoyed watching people passing by. People in transit and people hanging out there. I took time to find inside of my suitcase things I actually needed in my hand bag, and I took a moment to refresh my vernis that got worn out in past few days in la Provence. Young guy whom I asked for assistance to capture a photo of me did it with a pleasure and used a chance to warn me that i should not ask other people for such favour as they might run away with my photo camera. As he gave me back my camera, he advised me as well to pack my stuff and to keep them close to myself.

La Grand Escalier de la Gare du Saint Charles a Marseille, September 20, 2013

In Marseille, Railway-stations on March 30, 2015 at 3:13 pm

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1274395_10151597718535793_1380035907_o“Misplaced Women?” performance by Tanja Ostojic on the
La Grand Escalier de la Gare du Saint Charles a Marseille, September 20, 2013.
With the participation of:
Jane Kay Park,
Emma-Edvige Ungaro,
Alix Denambride,
Kim Mc Cafferty,
Robyn Hambrook,
Helen Averley
Patricia Verity
and Tanja Ostojic

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Production: Préavis de Désordre Urbain and Red Plexus, Marseille 2013

La Grand Escalier de la Gare du Saint Charles a Marseille, September 20, 2013

In Marseille, Stories on March 30, 2015 at 2:48 pm

Stories: 1 - it is normal for me to have my bags searched... always being searched in Belfast when you go to the shops... 2 - the only time I went o Moscow was in 1986 - when I was 20 years old. When they wanted to check inside one of my bags I said no! They didn't. It contained 7kg of all types of Kenyan fruit wrapped in newspaper the bag was a basket made of natural fibres and was sewn together with string. I took the fruit back to my family in N Ireland. 3 - in 2006 my 7 year old daughter was forced to bin her toy snake at Sydney airport - Incase someone over reacted to it on the plane in the same way as the woman who was checking the bag had hysterically over reacted! The child did not allow herself to cry. But she has also not forgotten. Helen Averley - is a Circus and Visual Artist. Based in the UK she is currently the Director of Circus Central a youth and community circus charity in Newcastle and also with her husband Steve Cousins she runs Let's Circus, which works in the UK as a programmer and internationally as doing social circus outreach. She has lived mainly in Kenya, N Ireland and England.

Helen Averley´s contribution:

Helen Averley Stories:
1 – it is normal for me to have my bags searched… always being searched in Belfast when you go to the shops…
2 – the only time I went o Moscow was in 1986 – when I was 20 years old. When they wanted to check inside one of my bags I said no! They didn’t. It contained 7kg of all types of Kenyan fruit wrapped in newspaper the bag was a basket made of natural fibres and was sewn together with string. I took the fruit back to my family in N Ireland.
3 – in 2006 my 7 year old daughter was forced to bin her toy snake at Sydney airport – Incase someone over reacted to it on the plane in the same way as the woman who was checking the bag had hysterically over reacted! The child did not allow herself to cry. But she has also not forgotten.

Helen Averley – is a Circus and Visual Artist. Based in the UK she is currently the Director of Circus Central a youth and community circus charity in Newcastle and also with her husband Steve Cousins she runs Let’s Circus, which works in the UK as a programmer and internationally as doing social circus outreach. She has lived mainly in Kenya, N Ireland and England.

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