“in telling stories, I feel I’m continuing a process in which our connections expand, the world contracts, and far away becomes close.”

from SNOW IN MONGOLIA, first published in Vela magazine

shebana coelho

"I come from a class of Indians specifically created as part of British education policy to be 'Indian in blood/colour but English in intellect/morals.'* It has inspired much of my art-making, to unmask colonizations of all kinds, and share experiences that liberate a felt body sense of creativity.

*See Minute on Education by Thomas Babington Macaulay

who is the real indian?

 

Book a performance of a play. (online or in person) or a storytelling, dance and poetry presentation. Or a creativity workshop. Or a SPEECH or presentation that is an organic mix of all of these. Or book a CONSULT about programs your organization is creating or a PROPOSAL you are writing. I support those who want to express who they are with power and presence so they can - with their work and their lives - in turn dismantle all the structures, visible and invisible, tangible and intangible, historical and emotional, that keep systemic inequalities alive, that keep marginalized people unseen, that close us off to our beauty, our right to embrace who we are, with our broken reforged connections to ancestral wisdom.

info at shebanacoelho dot com

from the good manners of colonzied subjects

videos inspired by the spain incarnation of the play

Les Graifman, Cultural Events Ambassador, IIE, NYC

“Sharp barbs softened by the grace of the mind and body and hands like fluttering birds moving through the fire of flamenco was a perfection!”

- Anne Valley Fox, poet, Santa Fe

"Your performance...was sublime. You are an exquisite, poetic storyteller & dancer. I was moved & informed on multiple levels, & so honored to be able to follow your soulful, artistic movement on the planet... a prodigious artistic statement! "

My sense is that the first step to decolonizing - especially for women of color - is interpreting stories in a body sense way, letting our mysterious reactions guide us, getting out of the head and the overemphasis on English even as we speak it and write in it.”

— shebana coelho

the rain comes like it belongs only to me

Nothing is left—memory is dead.

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