Uma Supatra-Campbell – Uma Supatra-Campbell’s Residency
In Heaven is a concept music video for Valentina Fiona’s newest release. Born from a sparkling swapped top and a 7 hour Deutsch Bahn ride. I imagined this in the reeds, but what I got was stark white brick. I love it. Always Ephemeral [silverfish]. 03.12.2025
Created week 2.
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The Sculptor
Lights up.
A woman lays on a pedestal in her bra and underwear modeling. A man sits at a desk molding her out of clay. He works in silence for 3 minutes, (do not rush this), meticulously crafting her body. At times he may even go closer to see a detail and go back to sculpting. He may mutter to himself. He does not talk to her or acknowledge her as a person. She lays as still as possible in the pose staring off in the distance.
Man: Switch.
She switches positions, in this pose her head should face the audience. He picks up a new block of clay and begins to mould a bust of her head. Suddenly a spotlight on her. The woman addresses the audience while keeping the rest of her body completely still in the pose.
Woman: It’s interesting this urge I have to destroy. To dig my hands into the mountains and let it run through my fingers like kinetic sand. To squish, to mold. To take a bite. To feel. To be connected to.
It’s interesting that with beautiful things my first instinct is to disrupt, instead of caress or hold space. My movements are far from tender. They are ravenous. There is a hunger that needs to be quenched. I crave the sensation of destruction and creation, the ebb and flow sped up by my own action. The knowledge that it is so small and I, a giant, holding mountains in my palms and watching them be molded by my hands/ losing shape/ the perfection disrupted/ dirt underneath my fingernails.
28.11.2025
That was a short excerpt from the dance-theater piece I’m developing : “The Sculptor”. Performed by myself and Ruben for Unfinished Fridays vol. 120. It is a challenge to direct & choreograph something you are in. It seems to involve watching back lots of MacBook Photo Booth videos.
This project has and continues to stretch me in every way, as a writer, directer, choreographer, dancer, partner and woman. What is this piece? Is it female rage? Is it mommy issues? Is it toxic relationships? Is it a French cinema? This dance theater piece blends together theater, dance, music and ceramics to create a bizarre and absurd look at love.
Questions I am asking in my process: What is the difference between being looked as an object, vs. truly seen? When is nudity a performance vs. a genuine state? When is clay art vs. dirt? When are we art vs. bodies? Can love be clean? How do we imprint on one another through intimacy? How do we approach and expose our own vulnerabilities?
Power. [em]power[ed]?
01.12.2025
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Sometimes the process is messing around trying to find your “movement style”. Technology is permeating my body. I’m attracted to awkwardness. Bluntness. Absurdity.
03.12.2025
Filming today. I don’t know how to adjust the settings on the camera. I’ve never been technology literate. But boy am I having fun.