A circuit of sniffs doesn’t refer to a virus exactly, though indirectly it does in the way that currently everything does. As I look forward to my most pared back Christmas ever under Covid-19, I wonder why I feel such a sense of joy.
So last week I went to the fantastic closing event (conference) organised by Disability Arts Online as part of the Contested Spaces exhibition, at the Foundry in London, curated by Aidan Moesby.
Access arrangements were superb and the event was pithy. Succinct, and brimming with content, it was concluded with a quite beautifully poetic performance by Malgorzata Dawidek. Aidan deftly chaired the panel, which featured Jennifer Gilbert, Ashok Mistry, and Elinor Morgan. I came away enriched and energised.
Stills from video capture: Sonia Boué, 2017 I’m autistic. It’s my job to be anxious. Being anxious is one of the things I do best, so I’ve done some good worrying about some of the more recent approaches I’ve experienced from arts organisations who I am not in partnership with. I’ve started to fear theContinue reading “Neurodivergence and tokenism in the arts!”
Photo credit Joel Chester Fildes Do you know how to use the terms neurodiverse and neurodivergent? What’s in a word? What are four letters between friends, you might well ask. I myself am no fan of getting hot under the collar about language OR spelling. I’m dyslexic and I loathe being corrected. Way to feelContinue reading “Neurodivergence – language, the concept of ‘group brain’, and neurological-ecologies.”
You will see my joy and my rage. You will also see my freedom. You have even seen my autism as it is. Dynamic, rhythmic, capable of control (for I have stayed within the picture frame and given you a harmonious dancing surface to gaze at.)
I want to show you more.
I saw the most beautiful film called The Red Ballon. This film is autistically beautiful to me. It speaks to me in a language I understand as autistic. A language of objects and poetry.
Often NT people begin to think that they themselves could be ‘a little bit’ autistic, with a matching and equal array of challenges.
I’m sickened by the imposed invisibility of many of my fellow autistic art professionals. It’s time to get back on my soapbox and make some noise.
And in the middle of life
that I am the odd one.
While not wishing to indulge in trumpet blowing, I have to say that autism is of course advantageous in the making of art. No question.