Serena Viola Corson
Full Moon Magic (Heartbreak Ritual), 2020
Roses are red
and red is for whores and communists.
Red, like the blood stains I left on your sheets.
Red, for love, heartache and
the pain I feel in my heart as I think of you now.
Red is for the fury and rage that sparks riots and revolutions.
Red is for Oregon's skies filled with fire and smoke.
My grandmother wore a red wedding dress
because she was not a virgin, but an unabashed feminist.
And as her descendent, I promise to let go of my fears of "ending up alone".
I promise to resist relying on one person for my happiness
and to give my all to community.
to revolve my life around vulnerability, intimacy, and friendship.
I promise to always keep creating.
And as long as I have the sea to embrace and hold me, I no longer need you to.
Beach Bag Lady, 2020, 45 min. duration
A poem of movement, this piece is about my healing journey. I filled several beach bags with ocean water, which became extraordinarily heavy, and walked along my hometown's shoreline. My hometown where I was repeatedly traumatized (domestic violence, poverty, drug abuse, bullying). As I carried this excruciating weight, I poured some of the water out bit by bit, healing little by little as I went.
Song by Erykah Badu. I played it out loud on a speaker as I walked.
Cum Clean, 2018 ongoing
A series of ritualistic performances where I write abuse stories that I've collected on a wall and then ask members of the audience effected by abuse to help me destroy them by scrubbing them away, or painting them over in red.
Platonic Pile, 20 minute duration, 2019
