It was almost 3 and a half years since I went to a club. Before the pandemic started I used to be in bars and clubs almost every single week, sometimes multiple times a week performing drag, and supporting my friends and community. After finding what covid precautions I need to take to make this event safer for me to attend I adorned my aura with a sip mask and glasses and went to party in the Sukkah made by @resilience.fest
I have since longed and romanticized certain things I remembered about being in a big space with specific joyful energy. I missed how the music made my body shake, seeing friends randomly on the dance floor, complimenting strangers with such authentic kindness that seems to often disappear in the Berlin daylight. I also missed the feeling of having to be so present and not taking photos. And since I could and wanted to I decided to play with this challenge of not documenting my surroundings as I usually do with my phone camera, and this time draw moments, people, and scenes that I hoped to remember once I woke up the next day. I have been refamiliarizing myself with oil pastels after seeing Toni Ebel’s Portrait in pastels at the Stadt Musuem archives, and it was the perfect medium for this party sketching practice!
So many special moments I can jump into by looking at these paintings. Thank you to the team of resilience festival ,hillel Deutschland, about us berlin, and about blank berlin who made this happen. Now answering my previously unanswered question of where are the parties for queer jewish disabled people who just wanna draw in a corner for most of the time on a wooden swing staring at the moon.
Mycelium Memory 