Explicit Female

Explicit Female experimental film is a visual poem abstracting pregnancy and the act of birthing. Making another human in one’s body is often thought of as magical, beautiful and peaceful and this film illuminates all that plus the hidden trauma of the experience. Using mirror psychedelic effects, the body gets transformed into sensual ever-changing vaginas, organic looking aliens, shapes and colors that later remind of DNA division. Deeply sensual, the sci-fi imagery lures the imagination while furthering the feel of otherness and alienation. An automatic generated voice speaks of the durability of the female body and the complete identity destruction that happens to a new parent.
Explicit Female film is part of a larger evening length performance of the same name.

Text from film:

It is the most sensual experience...
It gives you perspective.
It gives you understanding on the durability of the female body.
How we have survived... violence... and rape... and birth... and death... and…. and ... we are still ….we are…

Adaptable.

Durable.

It is the most sensual experience…

It gives you understanding of why women have longer lifespan than men…….

and how...
those growing bones…
those tissues within you …
turn into a person...
their own thing…

It makes itself.

These few cells dividing...
turn into more and more…
and…
it takes over …
It takes over your body from the inside.

An alien.

Your little alien.

Transformed from two cells meeting…
Living in fluid and breathing your insides…
Deeply lodged into your groin,
it made itself in your own image.

It bounced of off your hip bones,
and tore you open.
It came kicking and screaming,
hours of labor,
hours of pain,
hours of pushing
turned into days.

It made itself,
expelling deeply from within you...
kicking and screaming to get out.

Now here, it is you and it is not you.

You have separated…
divided yourself…
into this new alien form.

You see your cells,
your blood,
your genes,
your face,
outside of you...

and with a mind of its own.

Bloody,
wet,
shaking,
fluids expelling,
belly empty,
skin flopping.

Torn up and sown up…
with needle and thread as if my vagina is a family quilt to be mended.

I am split.
I cannot sleep.
I cannot eat.

A sensual dance, between this new body and my old birthing body. A sensual dance between mother and offspring.

I am split.

My genetic material sleeping next to me.
It is its own person, its own thing, ten fingers and ten toes.

I serve it,
I care for it.
My old body gives fully
Until this alien make itself into my own image.

Slowly rhythms emerge – a dance of give and take, we exchange fluids – me constantly giving and it constantly expelling…
A loving parasite,
an energy vampire,
an alien.

We have both transformed…
No longer bound by the same space…
we have emerged different.

I am connected to it
and
am a slave to it.

I split
and
gave my other self
a mind of its own.

I propagated
I created
I put an alien on this planet
And as I did that
I killed my old body
I killed my old self
Shifted
Transformed
Danced the sensual dance
Changed
And immerged
Different
Scarred
Sleep deprived
Skin Saggy
Caring
I propagated
I created
I put an alien on this planet
And as I did that
I killed my old body
I killed my old self
Shifted
Transformed
Danced the sensual dance
Changed
And immerged
Different
Scarred
Sleep deprived
Skin Saggy
Caring