
That which is Invisible Carries Me
The revolution is strong, its path is slow and its end is the same as that of a tree: to give oneself, be it in the form of shade or fruit, and to fight against the chainsaws that decapitate rooted bodies.
My name is Barbara Matias, I am from the community of Marreco, Quitaíus, Lavras da Mangabeira, CE (a community for the ethnic revitalization of the Kariri people). I was born from a collective of animals that fly and walk on water. My mother is an artisan and was a teacher for 25 years until one day they expelled us from our territory and for her to continue her work she would need a diploma. My father is a farmer and a medicine-man; he feels the signs within the winds. I have four other brothers. My paternal grandfather is a “repentista” (a poet who sings his own improvised verses) and my maternal grandfather knew how to cure people who had been stung by insects. My grandmother Albertina is the most cheerful person in the world, she should be called Birdie. My grandmother Barbara is a pillar of health, she drinks tea of corn hair when she wakes up and tea of sunflower seed before she goes to bed. And there are the others, the fish, the children. All this is what composes me as well as a doctorate in Performing Arts that I am cultivating at the UFMG (Federal University of Minas Gerais). Just like the coriander seed I planted on the night of June 6th, 2022, when I began writing this text, these seeds are for you who came to talk to me. I wish you a good seeding.
Portuguese Bio
O meu nome é Barbara Matias, sou da comunidade do Marreco, Quitaíus, Lavras da Mangabeira,CE (comunidade de revitalização étnica do povo Kariri). Nasci de um coletivo de bichos que voam e andam sobre as águas. Mainha é artesã e foi professora por 25 anos até que um dia expulsaram a gente do território e para ela continuar seu ofício ia precisar de um diploma. Meu pai é agricultor, raizeiro e sente muito os sinais do vento. Tenho mais quatro irmãos. Meu avô paterno é repentista e o materno sabia curar pessoas que tinham sido picadas por insetos. Minha avó Albertina é a pessoa mais alegre do mundo, ela devia chamar-se passarinha. Minha avó Barbara é um pilar de saúde, ela bebe chá de cabelo de milho ao acordar e de semente de girassol antes de dormir. E têm as outras, os peixes, os curumins. Isso tudo é o que me compõe assim como um doutorado em Artes da Cena que estou cultivando na UFMG. Assim, como a semente de coentro que plantei no início dessa noite de seis de junho de 2022, quando escrevi esse texto.. essas sementes aqui são para você que veio conversar comigo. Bom plantio por aí.
The revolution is strong, its path is slow and its end is the same as that of a tree: to give oneself, be it in the form of shade or fruit, and to fight against the chainsaws that decapitate rooted bodies.