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The myth project

The Myth project is a long-term, interdisciplinary and collaborative storytelling project surrounding the creation of new, anti-colonial mythology.

In 2019, I began interviewing friends and community members about important moments or circumstances in their lives that they wanted to explore from a mythological lens. I did this with the goal of using my writing and creature skills to eventually place them in the world of that story. This pproject has since evolved into a long term and multi faceted exploration of reclaiming our bodies and landscapes through oral storytelling.

The final manifestations of this project include a compilation of my essays and research on the importance of mythology, several original written mythologies, photography and footage of each myth, and multiple artistic interpretations of the new mythology from other artists in the community.

Presentations of this work will take the shape of a book, immersive exhibitions, and public offerings like workshops and community dinners.

Below are an outline of the process and a sneak peak of some of the work.

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These creatures are created from a combination of handmade silicone and foam latex prosthetics, and alcohol paint.

me

us

Them

Personal mythology surrounding the body and its experiences

Collective mythology surrounding place and environment

Reinterpretation and recontextualization of existing mythologies

One-on-one interviews with people discussing a condition or experience whose narrative has been shaped by American mythology.

Story Session

Myth Creation

One-on-one interviews with people discussing a condition or experience whose narrative has been shaped by American mythology.

After spending time with the audio I propose an original myth that we edit back and forth together.

I spend time with the interview audio and propose a myth that we edit back and forth with one another.

interpretation

I'm a paragraph. Click here to add your own text and edit me. It's easy.

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Story Session

I'm a paragraph. Click here to add your own text and edit me. It's easy.

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Myth Creation

I'm a paragraph. Click here to add your own text and edit me. It's easy.

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interpretation

I'm a paragraph. Click here to add your own text and edit me. It's easy.

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Story Session

I'm a paragraph. Click here to add your own text and edit me. It's easy.

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Myth Creation

I'm a paragraph. Click here to add your own text and edit me. It's easy.

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interpretation

myth telephone

myth telephone

myth telephone

Below is an outline of the process in development. Hover over different graphics for more in depth descriptions.

Origins of Schizophrenia
sneak preview

Storyteller: Santi Castro

Original topic: Schizophrenia

This myth centers a celestial being who is approached by divinities while embodying Quetzalcoatl on their home star. The divinities prophesize that their next mission is to visit earth to help generations of humans transmit and understand their generation suffering. The being is told that they will know when they are soon to return to their star when they are on their last human life, during which they will feel and experience the lives of all their human manifestations at once.

excerpt from original story session
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with Santi Castro & Maya Pen

Origins of Narcolepsy
Sneak preview

 Version 2 - photographed by Kenzi Crash

This myth centers a celestial being who is approached by divinities while embodying Quetzalcoatl on their home star. The divinities prophesize that their next mission is to visit earth to help generations of humans transmit and understand their generation suffering. The being is told that they will know when they are soon to return to their star when they are on their last human life, during which they will feel and experience the lives of all their human manifestations at once.

excerpt from origin story

She could hear something in the distance. The sound came to her from deep inside a locked drawer. Her daughter. She was here. In one ear: a roaring. Like an ocean; like a thousand people carrying a building through a city; like a beast in love. In the other ear: her daughter pulling into the driveway; undoing her seat belt; wiping a rogue curl from her temple; her weighted steps toward her mothers death bed. 

 

But the Mother was no longer heavy enough to occupy her complicated body. She could not fathom how to slink back in. She was amorphous, looking over herself, expanding across the room, feeling what she had always been, staring at her empty vehicle. She watched herself with a desperate silence.

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