BUST Magazine’s Review of UN/MASKED

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As an aspiring playwright and actress arriving in N.Y.C. with stars in her eyes, Donna Kaz immediately experienced the industry sexism keeping women’s stories and meaningful roles off the stage. While working as a waitress, she met Bill Hurt, a successful stage and film actor. They began a seemingly fairytale romance, but it soon turned abusive. At this point, the memoir shifts to its real focus – Kaz’s involvement with the Guerrilla Girls, an anonymous, renegade feminist group that formed to protest sexism in the arts in 1985.

The tale of Kaz’s life as a feminist activist becomes interwoven with her tale of being in an abusive long-term relationship – her political enlightenment happens as she opens her eyes to the realities of her damaging home life. Her story is a compelling page-turner, packed with inspiring stories about the Guerrilla Girls’ plans and protests. But it’s also an inside look at a woman who allows herself to be trapped in a violent partnership. Kaz’s journey to find herself, both as an artist and as a woman, is an inspiring and enthralling one that also gives necessary credit and attention to the Guerrilla Girls. – Adrienne Urbanski BUST magazine March/April 2017

 

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STAMINA

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Synopsis:

Stamina is a ten minute play.

Synopsis: Two 81 year old women attempt to become the oldest women to summit Mount Everest.

Production History

January, 2017 – We’re Not Playing: Plays For Change, Los Angeles 

March, 2017 – American Renaissance Theatre Company, NY Winter Reading Series

June, 2017 – Live Girls! Theatre, Seattle – Quickies 17

 

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Food – The Musical

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Book/Lyrics by Donna Kaz
Music by Gerald Stockstill

Synopsis: FOOD, the musical is a culinary feast of song and comedy featuring 5 short musicals all about food. The Costco Contessa tapes her own TV show, unveiling her secrets to making delicious meals from bulk ingredients. Aman convicted of aggravated assault learns how to make a soufflé as part of his anger management class. And breakfast in the Ethel Merman home is a lot more than Ernest Borgnine bargained for during their 32-day marriage. Songs about suppertime, soup, and celebrity chefs provide tasty morsels in between each of the shorts.

“Food, the musical” is the winner of the Tenth Annual New Jersey Playwrights Contest -Musical Series. The contest supports the work of musical theatre writers in the tri-state area.

Produced by William Patterson University in the Hunziker Black Box Theatre in June of 2014.

Click to play tracks below:

I Want To Be Chef

Like Ina

Suppertime

 

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Donna Kaz la survivante, Aphra Behn l’activiste

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Donna Kaz la survivante, Aphra Behn l’activiste

TV5monde 11 FÉV 2017 par  Margot Cherrid

Les Guerrilla Girls à l’assaut d’un art « sexiste et dominé par les hommes blancs »

Alice Neel, Alma Thomas, Hanna Hoch, German Dada, Hannah Hoch, ou encore Aphra Behn. En empruntant le nom d’artistes décédées, injustement méconnues du grand public et sous leurs masques de gorille, elles combattent pour libérer le monde artistique de son caractère patriarcal. Les Guerrilla Girls, ces « badass en minijupes et talons hauts » d’après Donna Kaz, font des émules à travers le monde par leur militantisme féministe, décalé et plein d’humour. Leur actualité rebondit avec un livre et une exposition.

Les femmes et les toiles exposées : 5% de peintres, 85% des nus

C’est en 1985, en réaction à l’exposition « An International Survey of Painting and Sculpture » (Vue générale internationale de peinture et sculpture) au « Metropolitan Museum of Art de New York » que les Guerrilla Girls organisent leurs premières actions. Sur 169 artistes exposés, seules 13 sont des femmes. Partout dans la ville, elles collent des slogans et affiches pour dénoncer la sous-représentation des femmes artistes. Quatre années plus tard, elles relèvent le même problème en analysant la collection permanente du musée newyorkais et décident de créer leur plus célèbre poster, avec cette phrase : « Est-ce que les femmes ont besoin de se déshabiller pour rentrer au musée du Met ? », remarquant que moins de 5% des artistes dans la section « art moderne » étaient des femmes, alors qu’elles étaient représentées sur 85% des nus.

Dans la vidéo, ci dessous (en anglais), on les voit intervenir dans le Late Show de Stephen Colbert (janvier 2016), témoignant de leur popularité

Depuis, les Guerrilla Girls, ces militantes féministes américaines dont le nombre exact de membres reste mystérieux, se sont fait connaître dans les sphères féministes et artistiques par leur mode d’action. Elles ont choisi d’intervenir dans l’espace public pour dénoncer le sexisme dans l’art avec des autocollants, des affiches, des prospectus, des manifestations. Elles décorent également de leurs œuvres les toilettes de musées ou de théâtres proposant une programmation trop masculine. Le groupe cultive plusieurs originalités liées à l’anonymat. Elles agissent sous un masque de gorille et un pseudonyme. N’est pas Guerrilla Girl qui veut. Il faut, pour faire partie du groupe, y avoir été invitée par une membre qui sera chargée de la formation de la nouvelle recrue.

En 2001, le groupe se divise en trois branches : les « Guerrilla Girls Inc. »  qui combattent les discriminations dans le monde de l’art visuel, les « Guerrilla Girls Broadband » qui agissent sur Internet et les « Guerrilla Girls on Tour ! » concentrées sur le monde du théâtre et dont Donna Kaz est l’une des fondatrices.

Donna Kaz la survivante, Aphra Behn l’activiste

Publié le 1er novembre 2016, le livre UN/MASKED : Memoirs of a Guerrilla Girl on tour (dé-masquée, mémoires d’une guerilla girl on tour) dévoile « L’histoire d’une femme devenue survivante puis féministe radicale, qui a décidé d’enlever son masque, et qui en fusionnant ses deux identités, révèle tout », selon les propres mots de l’autrice, Donna Kaz.

Le livre relate deux périodes de la vie de l’écrivaine, presque deux identités. La première est celle de Donna Kaz, jeune femme pleine d’ambition qui rêve de devenir actrice. A 23 ans, en 1977, elle quitte Long Island pour s’installer à New York, où les troupes de théâtre pullulent. Peinant à se faire une place dans le monde artistique, elle accepte un travail de serveuse dans un café proche du « Lincoln center for the performing arts » (centre culturel autour des « performances » artistiques). Elle y rencontre Bill, star de cinéma (William Hurt, qu’elle désigne nommément et que l’on retrouve par exemple dans Into the wild, de Sean Penn – 2007) avec qui elle entame une relation qui tourne rapidement au cauchemar. Pendant trois années, elle subira les coups de son compagnon.

Survivante de violences domestiques, elle intègre les « Guerrilla Girls » bien plus tard, à 43 ans. Aujourd’hui, elle occupe le poste de directrice artistique des « Guerrilla Girls On Tour ! », troupe avec laquelle elle a tourné dans plus de 17 pays, délivrant des performances dans les théâtres, les lycées, les galeries d’arts, les cafés ou les manifestations. Elle a également reçu plusieurs distinctions dont le « prix du courage pour les arts Yoko Ono », remis par la chanteuse veuve de John Lennon pour récompenser « les artistes qui à travers leur travail font preuve de courage, d’ingéniosité et risquent leurs carrières pour défendre l’intérêt local ou national malgré la pression commerciale et politique. »

Bien que l’anonymat représente l’une des règles d’or du groupe, Donna Kaz a accepté de nous rencontrer, au café de la Wallace Collection de Manchester Square,  à Londres. La soixantaine, souriante, drôle, naturelle, elle lève le masque sur son passé, son expérience au sein des « Guerrilla Girls » et décrypte avec nous l’actualité féministe.

Il n’y a pas de bon ou mauvais moyen de faire du féminisme

Quand avez-vous pris conscience que vous étiez féministe ?
Aphra Behn : En deuxième année d’études supérieures. Je venais de commencer à prendre la pilule et mon corps réagissait très mal. Pour trouver des alternatives et comprendre ce qu’il m’arrivait, j’ai lu « Our Bodies, Ourselves » (Notre corps, nous-mêmes) du Boston Women’s Health Book Collective http://www.ourbodiesourselves.org/. C’est la première fois que j’ouvrais un livre écrit par, pour et à propos des femmes. Je me suis alors recentrée sur ma condition de femme et j’ai analysé les événements de ma vie à travers le prisme féministe.

Quel est le problème dans le monde de l’art ?
Aphra Behn : Le monde de l’art est sexiste et dominé par les hommes blancs. En 1997, seulement 17% des pièces produites aux Etats-Unis étaient écrites par des femmes. Vingt ans plus tard, ce chiffre n’atteint pas plus de 20%. Les institutions sont responsables, mais les spectateurs aussi.
Pourtant, les pièces de théâtre écrites par des femmes ne manquent pas. Si Shakespeare est sur toutes les lèvres, on a oublié le nom de grandes auteures comme Hrotsvita de Gandersheim. Cette nonne allemande fut la première femme auteure de pièces de théâtre. Beaucoup de femmes artistes n’ont pas l’opportunité de développer leur travail. C’est également dommage pour le public parce qu’elles ont une plume différente de celle des hommes. Les rôles féminins ne sont par exemple pas les mêmes, ils sont revalorisés.

Le choix de l’anonymat nous permet de concentrer l’attention sur les problèmes et non sur les militantes

Comment s’est passée votre première rencontre avec les Guerrilla Girls ?
Aphra Behn : Tout à fait par hasard. J’étais en Californie et je discutais avec une artiste du sexisme dans le monde de l’art. Elle m’a prêté un livre, le premier des Guerrilla Girls : « Confessions of the Guerrilla Girls ». Je l’ai lu, encore et encore, pour finalement me dire que c’était exactement ce dont le théâtre avait besoin. Mon amie m’a ensuite révélé être une Guerrilla Girl et a accepté de parler de moi au groupe. Un an après, j’ai reçu un appel pour les rejoindre.

Pourquoi décider d’agir sous un pseudonyme et pourquoi avoir choisi Aphra Behn ?
Aphra Behn : J’ai choisi mon surnom en référence à une auteure de pièces de théâtre et poète du 17eme siècle ayant eu une vie très riche. Aphra Behn a même été espionne pour Charles II, je trouvais ça très Guerrilla Girlish.
Le choix de l’anonymat nous permettait de concentrer l’attention sur les problèmes et non sur les militantes. Notre double identité était également nécessaire en raison de notre profession. Nous ne voulions ni être accusées de vouloir booster nos carrières personnelles, ni risquer d’être blacklistées par les compagnies de théâtre.
Seuls ma famille et quelques amis connaissaient ma double identité.

Quel est le mode opératoire des Guerrilla Girls ?
Aphra Behn : Concernant la branche du théâtre, nous nous réunissions pour discuter des nouveaux posters à éditer et du plan d’action à mettre en place. Le projet était ensuite présenté devant le groupe des Guerrilla Girls au complet pour statuer sur l’initiative par consensus.
On appliquait la technique de la « recherche de 5 minutes » qui consistait à ouvrir un journal et relever la programmation des théâtres. Pour les affiches, le but était d’utiliser des « punchlines » marrantes pour ne pas correspondre à l’image que certaines personnes avaient – et ont toujours – des féministes, à savoir celle de garces grincheuses et hystériques. En utilisant l’humour, on était accrocheuses, les gens voulaient savoir qui on était. Ca a vraiment marché.

Photo 3 ou 4 : affiches des Guerrilla Girls : « Oh, les joies d’être une femme auteure de pièces de théâtre » ou « Il se joue une tragédie à Broadway et ce n’est pas Electra » crédits : Guerrilla Girls on Tour !

Que pensez-vous des féministes comme les FEMEN qui exposent leurs corps pour faire passer leurs messages ? 
Aphra Behn : Je ne pense pas qu’il y ait de bon ou mauvais moyen de faire du féminisme. Tout le monde a une approche féministe différente, le plus important c’est de se soutenir. Pour moi, on est féministe si on est en accord avec la définition de Roxane Gay : l’égalité pour les femmes et les filles. A partir de là, fais le féministe que tu souhaites tant que ça ne stoppe pas le mouvement.

Après l’élection de Trump, j’ai pleuré deux semaines, et un jour je me suis levée

Il y a quelques mois, les Américains élisaient Donald Trump comme président. Il était soutenu par 43% des électrices. Une réaction ?
Aphra Behn : On peut blâmer les femmes, les medias et qui on veut, mais on ne reviendra pas en arrière. J’ai pleuré deux semaines, et un jour je me suis levée en me disant que je devais être positive et dire la vérité en face de quelqu’un qui ment 99% du temps.
J’ai été choquée par les réactions après les accusations de harcèlement sexuel formulées contre Trump. Parler de ce que l’on a enduré lorsque l’on a été victime d’agression est très difficile. Cela prend du temps. On est dans le déni, on se répète que ça n’a pas de gravité… Dans tous les cas, il faut soutenir les victimes et les croire. Dans le cas de Trump, elles ont mis trente ans à trouver le courage de parler et on les accuse maintenant de vouloir se faire connaitre en portant ces affaires au grand jour. Je peux vous garantir qu’aucune femme n’apprécie une renommée due à un viol ou une agression.

Comment avez-vous réagi en apprenant le viol de Maria Schneider dans le “Dernier tango à Paris” ?
Aphra Behn : Ça m’a fait mal à l’estomac. C’est une terrible histoire. Nous devons éduquer nos enfants pour lutter contre la culture du viol. Aujourd’hui, l’école ne veut pas parler de sexe. C’est pourtant nécessaire. Au début des années 1970, à New York, personne ne parlait de harcèlement sexuel parce que presque personne ne parlait de sexe… C’est la même chose !
Le combat n’est pas fini, l’élection de Trump en est la preuve, les gens ne doivent plus être complaisants : l’homophobie, le sexisme, le racisme, les agressions sexuelles sont bien présents. Tout ca doit s’arrêter. Maintenant.

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Carrie Fisher, CrossFit and My Widowmaker

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Ms. Magazine Blog, January 11, 2017 by Donna Kaz

Carrie Fisher, CrossFit and My “Widowmaker”

http://msmagazine.com/blog/2017/01/11/carrie-fisher-crossfit-widowmaker/

 

 

On July 19 of this year, at the age of 61, I had a heart attack. 95% of my LAD artery, nicknamed the “widowmaker,” was blocked. A drug-coated springy lattice tube called a stent was inserted via my wrist to prop open the clogged blood vessel. Released from the hospital the next day, my doctor boasted I would henceforth feel better than ever, since blood was finally flowing freely between my heart and the rest of my body.

The first 24 hours after my heart attack I could not stop thinking about the wonders of medical science. My stent replaced the need for bypass surgery and allowed me to walk out of the hospital a changed woman. The difference between the old me and the new me was a very small scar on right wrist and a feeling that I was ten years younger. A week later reality began to sink in. I had almost died.

I have always been a very active person. Three and a half years ago, at the age of 59 I started CrossFit, a fitness program that stresses varied and functional movements performed at high intensity. I was the oldest CrossFitter at my box (the term preferred by CrossFit centers because they are not gyms but stripped down spaces sans mirrors, outfitted with barbells, ropes and rigs). I fell in love with CrossFit for many reasons. It was a community that accepted, encouraged and challenged me. As an older woman all the other gyms I had been a member of stressed that being and/or looking young was the primary aspect of qualifying as fit. At 59 I accepted I did not look 30, but that meant that under the glaring lights and mirrors of a traditional sports club, I stuck out. Bored with “working out,” and longing for a change I found CrossFit. I clicked with my first coach who encouraged me to find my own level of strength and then begin to challenge me once I mastered the basic CrossFit skills. I stuck with it and felt a dramatic gain in muscle, ability and confidence.

My friends all thought I was crazy when I told them I lifted barbells and did burpees. I participated in the CrossFit Open, turned 60 and then 61. I set a personal record in March of this year when I dead lifted 200 pounds. I was in the best shape I had ever been in.

Not that there weren’t any downsides. I took three months off with an IT band injury (pain in the side of my knee) that physical therapy and a slow return to CrossFit helped heal. And as I wracked up 3 plus years as a CrossFit master, the intensity of some of the workouts began to leave me feeling very tired.

Naps became de rigueur in my daily routine. Every day I would lie down for twenty minutes, which sometimes stretched into seventy or eighty. I managed to get 8 hours of sleep a night but it was never enough. The post office is just 9 blocks from my apartment but I found myself taking the bus there and back instead of walking. A steep set of stairs would leave me out of breath, just as a short and intense CrossFit WOD (Workout of the Day) would. I would still be huffing and puffing on the six block walk home a good fifteen minutes after my CrossFit workout was over. I thought nothing of these changes and chalked them up to getting old.

My CrossFit box schedules one day a week for a workout they call the 360. It is a longer, cardiac based workout and one I grew to dread because it was never as mentally challenging as a regular CrossFit WOD. 360’s are usually a set of AMRAPs (as many rounds as possible) of a set of movements like jumping rope, swinging kettle bells and, in good weather, running up and down the block. On July 19th I gave up on one part of the 360 workout – a simple 200 meter run. Going from 85th Street to 86th Street and back felt impossible. For the first time in my three years of CrossFit, I walked the 200 meter run.

I am old. I workout a lot and that makes me more tired than normal. These were the excuses that went through my head while walking home that day. While I was disappointed in myself, I concluded that perhaps my sixties would be the decade that I would have to admit I could no longer perform simple moves like jogging.

I needed a nap that afternoon but never got around to it. By dinner time my fatigue was overwhelming. I remember shuffling around the kitchen preparing dinner for my husband, thinking a quick lie down on the tile floor would really help. After dinner, I sat on the couch with my laptop propped open and started to feel chills, like I might be coming down with the flu. As I stood up to retrieve some notes off a table, I felt dizzy. Something was very wrong. I asked my husband to bring me his blood pressure cuff and after two readings came up exceptionally high (my normal blood pressure is usually low) I began to notice a very slight feeling of pressure in the middle of my chest. When that happened I asked my husband to get me to the nearest ER. “In fact, call an ambulance,” I said, much to my husbands’ surprise. “What did you just say?” was his panicked reply. “Something is wrong with me. I think I might be having a heart attack.” I stated. “Get your shoes on. I’ll get us a cab. It will get us there faster.” he said.

The next thing I knew I was lying flat on a table in an operating room about to have a routine angiogram. Suddenly, a doctor leaned over my head to tell me he found my widowmaker blockage and what a very lucky woman I was.

Now I know exactly how lucky. Heart attacks are still associated primarily with men. Tim Russert died when plaque ruptured his LAD artery and he had a heart attack. The same happened to James Gandolfini. Yet, heart disease is the number one killer of both women and men in the US. The difference is women often experience atypical symptoms like I did. Fatigue and dizziness accompanied by feelings of coming down with a virus or the flu are some of the understated indicators. Back pain, jaw pain, and chest pains are others.

The only reason I am still here is because I listened to my body. Perhaps being fit helped me to do so. I have been treated for high cholesterol since I was in my early 50’s. Heart disease runs in my family. Since my heart attack I have learned that, unfortunately, the first sign that you have heart disease is usually death.

In the late 1970’s I spent an evening with Carrie Fisher. I was dating William Hurt and together with Carrie and the actor John Heard, we attended NY Fashion week and then had dinner at a restaurant on the Upper West Side. I sat next to her and she was funny, smart and very warm. I tell the story of my own heart attack to honor her. I hope her death helps raise awareness about the many subtle symptoms of heart disease in women and the importance of exercise.

Last week I graduated cardiac rehab. My doctor’s advice is to keep up the cardio work outs and to remain the oldest CrossFitter at my box.

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I Was a Guerrilla Girl: Unmasking the Ugly Face of Misogyny in the Arts

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November 29, 2016

I Was a Guerrilla Girl: Unmasking the Ugly Face of Misogyny in the Arts

A rare look from inside the famous feminist activist group.

By Donna Kaz

[Editor’s Note:]

When Donna Kaz moved to New York City in 1977 as an actress seeking “smart female roles,” she was greeted with nothing but stock roles—and the only plays being produced were written by men. In response, she was an early and tireless advocate for better female representation in the New York theater industry. She became a playwright (as well as a waitress, to support herself in an industry still hostile to female entrepreneurs). But her battle was an uphill one.

In her new book, Un/Masked, Kaz shares a glimpse of the mysterious feminist activist Guerrilla Girl group she joined. The group was famous for donning gorilla masks and causing a stir with posters and vigilante acts of rebellion against their white-male-dominated art worlds. But Kaz’s recollections of her experience reveals the shocking depth of the misogyny specific to the New York theater and Los Angeles film industries—as well as the complexity of the Guerrilla Girls’ cause, from intersectional feminism to the best methods to call out sexism.

The following is an adapted excerpt from the new book UN/MASKED: Memoirs of a Guerrilla Girl on Tour by Donna Kaz (November 2016). Published with permission of Skyhorse Publishing, Inc.

[Excerpt:]

I ignore the sad statistics about New York City theatre and dutifully submit my scripts to theatres for development. I quickly find myself a New York City playwright stuck in development hell. My plays are read and revised, read and revised, read and revised over and over, again and again.

MALE PRODUCER: Loved your script. Let’s do a reading of it!

ME: I learned so much from that reading. Here’s my second draft.

MALE PRODUCER: Great! Let’s do a reading of it.

This cycle repeats, month after month, until I’m ready to climb out the window of the 15-story building.

It begins to sink in. I am not the right gender.

What to do? Return to LA? Become a man? Tackle sexism in theatre? I discard the easiest choice, the hardest choice, and lunge for the most righteous. People just do not realize what is happening, I think. When everyone is hip to how sexist Broadway and off-Broadway are, they will not buy tickets. If people do not buy tickets, the theatre will collapse. Producers will have no choice but to produce plays by women. There is a tragedy on Broadway and it isn’t Electra, and, by golly, I am going to make sure people know about it!

Around this time the Dramatists Guild, a national advocacy organization, announces a panel discussion for women playwrights. Perhaps I can start my campaign for women playwrights there. I enthusiastically show up.

“Oh, just ignore all those producers and produce your own plays yourself! Stop whining and waiting for someone else to put your play on. It’s that simple!”

The woman on the Dramatists Guild panel is flipping her heels up and down on the carpet under the table, practically kicking in glee, proud of her gumption and ability to coax a shitload of cash donations from family and friends to self-produce her plays. I raise my hand.

“There is nothing wrong with producing your own plays,” I say, “but why is self-production the only alternative? Why aren’t plays by women produced?”

I hear faint mumbles of agreement come from several other women in the room. Then another playwright stands up and asks if perhaps the problem is discrimination.

The woman on the panel gulps. “Did you just say dis-crim-in-a-tion!? Why it’s the 90s, for gosh sake!”

I rip my copy of the New York Times out of my bag and open it to the theatre listings. “Look at the listings. There is just one play by a woman in the entire lot. If that’s not discrimination, what is it?”

“Good point,” a woman playwright to my right whispers.

“Things will never change until we find out why plays by women are not produced,” says another.

A few of us linger when the meeting is over. One of them, playwright Anne Harris, proposes that we continue the discussion. The director of special events at the Guild agrees and puts us on the calendar. The following month we facilitate a meeting at the Guild called “Producing Plays by Women,” which begins as a quiet sharing of statistics and quickly dissolves into a strident bitch fest. It is not just about own work being ignored, it is about the fact that there are no women’s voices in mainstream theatre and those voices should be heard. The lack of equality affects everything from world hunger to war. For 90 minutes women playwrights stand up and share their stories of being kept out of the white boys’ club that is theatre, culminating in a collective cry: Where are the women? Without the vision of women and artists of color the theatre is like a play without a second act!

In 1995, I am awarded the Quidel Corporation fellowship residency at the artist’s colony Djerassi in Woodside, California. Back on the West Coast, I spend the month of August working on a brand-new play in a private studio overlooking acres of secluded land next to Neil Young’s cattle ranch along with two other writers, two performance artists, a composer, and a visual artist.

At the first communal dinner, I sit across from the visual artist, a woman from New York City. Between forkfuls of rice pilaf and sips of red wine we discuss our work and the current state of women in the arts. As we compare notes, we agree that both the theatre and the art world are blatantly sexist. Sensing my smoldering rage as I recite the lack of women being produced on Broadway and beyond, she reaches into her bag and pulls out the newly published Confessions of the Guerrilla Girls.

“Read this,” she commands.

“What is it?”

“Just read it. I will talk to you about it when you’re done.”

That night I pace the floor of my studio and devour every page of Confessions of the Guerrilla Girls. I get it. I so get it. I hear the message as if a hot mouth screams it dangerously close to my ear—sexism is alive and well and living in the art world, shout the Guerrilla Girls.

The gorilla-mask-wearing, miniskirted, high-heeled, and totally badass Guerrilla Girls: a group of women artists who funnel their outrage at discrimination in museums and galleries into the creation of deft black-and-white posters that humorously state the sorry statistics surrounding women artists: Over 80 percent of the nudes in the paintings in the Met Museum are of women, but only 3 percent were painted by women. The Guerrilla Girls conclude by asking if, in order to get into the Met, women have to be naked.

The Guerrilla Girls wheat-paste their posters all over SoHo in the dead of the night, slapping up posters on construction fences, postboxes, and lampposts. They call themselves Eva Hesse, Rosalba Carriera, Djuna Barnes, Lyubov Popova, and other names that are not their own but those of dead women artists who have struggled and created before them. They do this to avoid being accused of carrying out their actions to promote and float their own careers as artists. Their posters are funny and poignant and force you to rethink what you know about women artists and sexism. Soon everyone wants to know who they really are. I was told that for their first press conference a member was sent out to buy Guerrilla disguises to cover their faces. This particular Guerrilla Girl was a very bad speller and came back with gorilla masks instead. The mistake turned out to be the perfect look. With black rubber gorilla masks over their heads, the Guerrilla Girls instantly turned themselves into modern masked avengers in the tradition of the Lone Ranger, Zorro, and Catwoman.

Well into the night I read and reread Confessions of the Guerrilla Girls. I envision an attack on sexism in the theatre world lurking in the text for every poster about sexism in the art world. What a coup it would be to name the theatres that do not produce women playwrights or plays by writers of color. How cool to prove bus companies are more inclusive in their hiring practices than theatres are. Finally, the word would be out and theatres would no longer discriminate against women and minority artists.

On the last page of the book are instructions: How to be a Guerrilla Girl. Yes! Wait. No.

Alas, one cannot just up and join the Girls. But there are further instructions. Readers should steal the Girls’ ideas, make posters, and form their own groups. Already there are Guerrilla Girls groups from Pennsylvania to Paris. My spirit lifts and I am buoyant with the hope I might have stumbled on a way to end sexism in the American theatre.

The next morning on the way to breakfast I ambush my new visual artist friend at Djerassi. I explain to her the Guerrilla Girls are exactly the kind of activist intervention the theatre world needs. I open Confessions of the Guerrilla Girls and blabber on and on about how the tactics of the Girls might be used to attack the theatre world. Then I ask her if she happens to know any Guerrilla Girls.

She lowers her eyes and looks around.

“What? Do you know who they are? You must put me in touch with them!”

“Shhhhhh. Not so loud!”

My new artist friend pulls me off the path and scans the barbed-wire fence for anyone who might be close enough to eavesdrop on our conversation. We are surrounded by nothing but cows. Convinced the coast is clear, she leans her face in to mine and with a minty exhale whispers:

“Yes, I do. You’re looking at one.”

Lyubov Popova is the Guerrilla Girl I meet at Djerassi. Lyubov Popova promises to call me as soon as the Guerrilla Girls are accepting new members but warns it might take a while. Lyubov Popova explains that some of the Girls, like her, are burned out and want to retire, but not before they make sure new and energetic members are added to the group who can bounce the Girls into a future where when people talk about art they also talk about gender parity. But, she admonishes, the Guerrilla Girls are a collective of women artists with strong opinions and various different goals. Not all Guerrilla Girls are alike.

Renewed by the residency and ebullient with images of myself as a future-feminist masked avenger, I return to New York City and throw myself into my work. I begin to understand what I am trying to say as an artist. I weave together distinctive experiences with the erudition I have gathered in the course of my life as a woman. I feel a heightened connection to the human race, as if it is impossible to disengage with other human beings. This humanness is what makes me an artist. I begin to believe that being an artist means taking responsibility for the world I saunter, breathe, and create in. Is there a difference, then, between being an artist and being an activist? I ask myself. It is often a sense of oppression that prompts me to create. As an artist/activist I want to change the narrow, male-centered focus of the current theatre because I believe it is for the greater good.

This has been an adapted excerpt from the new book UN/MASKED: Memoirs of a Guerrilla Girl on Tour by Donna Kaz (November 2016). Published with permission of Skyhorse Publishing, Inc.

Donna Kaz is a playwright, a performer, a producer, and the author of the book UN/MASKED: Memoirs of a Guerrilla Girl on Tour (Skyhorse Publishing), in which she reveals her alter ego Aphra Behn, member of the feminist activist Guerrilla Girls. donnakaz.com ggontour.com @donnakaz @GuerrillaGsOT

 

 

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The Process of Disclosure

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Ms. Magazine Blog, December 1 2016

The Process of Disclosure by Donna Kaz

The Process of Disclosure

Fourteen years. That’s how long it took me to admit to myself and others that I had survived a physically violent relationship.

For over a decade, I didn’t identify as a victim of assault because I loved my assailant and thought that he loved me. In my mind, I held an image of what a “real” battered woman looked like—black eye, split lip, broken nose. I never looked that bad. I only had to visit an emergency room once. My bruises were on parts of my body that never showed. Besides, he was going to stop hitting me one day. He promised.

I shoved the ugly and dangerous side of my love affair to the very back of my unconsciousness—because for me, true love meant having the strength to surpass any and all temporary trauma.

Thirteen years. That’s how long our relationship lasted. Three years together followed by ten years of pretending we were really good friends. After our official break up (he dumped me for someone else), he would show up or call me a few times a year for a 48-hour rekindle of our romance. He no longer hit me during those ten years. I held that as proof that we were on the road to a reconciliation. It also helped me to deny the three year period where he beat me up. I imagined we were working hard to build back trust between us because our mutual love for each other burned like a smoldering ember.

Fourteen years. That is the amount of time it took for me to decide to become involved in the movement to end violence against women. I still have no idea why one day, out of the blue, I picked up the phone and called the local organization in my city that provided a hotline for battered women and victims of rape and offered to volunteer for them. At the very first training session the image of what I thought a real battered woman looked like was replaced by my own reflection. When that happened, all the emotions of my horrible experience gushed out of me: shame, regret, confusion, sorrow and most of all rage.

Fourteen years. That’s the number of years it took for me to identify my former boyfriend as my assailant. When I incorporated the truth of my past experience into my present life, I knew I would never see him again. Only then was I able to talk about what had happened to me. I volunteered for the rape and battery hotline, went to support groups and shared my story. I became a victim advocate in the court system. I got a part time job at a battered women’s shelter and worked for a local domestic violence coalition. Eventually, I became a public speaker; an expert on was it was like to be trapped in a cycle of violence.

Thirty-five years. That’s how long it took for me to say his name in public. For 35 years I was fearful that he might find out I was talking about what he did to me and carry out the threat he used to scream in my ear: “I am going to kill you.”

For 35 years I believed I was weak. “If my boyfriend laid one hand on me,” I heard people say, “I would leave and never go back.” I tried to leave quite a few times. I always went back. I must have allowed myself to be abused. How stupid was I?

My abuser was successful and rich. As the years ticked by he became even more so, while I seemed to only become increasingly unstable, emotional and depressed. He got famous while I carried around an eternal sense of doom. I would spend years and years trying to reverse the effects his physical violence had on me: the sense of dread that followed me around everywhere and the belief that nothing I did would ever amount to anything.

If I told the whole story of my past I risked losing my job and the small career I had established for myself. I knew that letting the world hear my story meant I would be accused of lying and making it all up for attention and fame.

Why are women who are victims of abuse first suspected of lying about it if any amount of time has gone by between being assaulted and sharing it? Skeptical fingers point out the years between the action and the telling of it as proof that the story has been fabricated. The story fades into the background as victims are first asked why they bring up their painful past now.

I know why: Disclosing the facts of one’s life is a process.

If you think about it, it seems quite normal for someone to wait before revealing the details of their abusive pasts openly. Time heals wounds and as the wounds heal the penchant for sharing how they got there grows stronger.

Thirty-five years. That is how long it took me to realize my narrative is a valid one, for me to be able to write and speak these words without qualification: I did not let my boyfriend beat me up. Never once did I consent to his, or any other man’s, verbal or physical abuse.

I believe no woman ever has “allowed” a man to grope, assault or abuse her. Not Samantha Geimer, not Nicole Brown Simpson, not Joan Tarshis, not Jessica Leeds. Not any woman.

Women who have experienced violence tell the truth. Survivors do not lie. The only thing we are guilty of is taking the time to realize our abusers are not the leading characters in the story of our lives.

I am telling my story now, 35 later, because that is how long it took me to realize my story is about me.

I speak up today because I can.

Donna Kaz, aka Aphra Behn, is the author of UN/MASKED, Memoirs of a Guerrilla Girl On Tour (Skyhorse, November 1), which follows her surprising 25-year journey as a survivor of domestic violence at the hands of a Hollywood movie star and subsequent member of the feminist activist group Guerrilla Girls.

 

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Donna Kaz’s “UN/MASKED” Compels Us to Speak Up – MS Magazine review

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Abuse and Empowerment: Donna Kaz’s “Un/Masked” Compels Us to Speak Up

November 30, 2016 by Marina Delvecchio

Donna Kaz’s Un/Masked: Memoirs of a Guerrilla Girl on Tour chronicles the birth of a feminist.

Through a narrative spanning abuse, activism and her urgent struggle to solidify her place in theater, Kaz provides her readers with a dynamic storyline that keeps us turning the pages in search of empowerment—hers and ours.

Applying humor, candor, and in some places, the form that playwrights use when constructing scenes and dialogue, we see how the artistic mind finds solace and empowerment while navigating the trenches of love and abuse.

Kaz is in her early twenties when she meets Bill. Much older than her, and much more experienced in the nuances of relationships, in Bill we encounter a narcissist entrenched in his own self-worth. For the next three years, Kaz becomes the target of his unfettered rage when he feels insecure with his acting or his work.

Eventually, we’re propelled forward twenty years—the late 90’s—during which she becomes involved with the Guerrilla Girls, an activist group of feminists who wear gorilla masks and protest the male-dominated arena of the arts. Along with the gorilla masks, the women’s anonymity is further established when they each assume the moniker of a dead artist in a poetic attempt to represent and give voice to artists, poets, musicians and writers the male industry of the arts renders invisible. Kaz assumes the name of Aphra Behn, the first English female known to have made her living as a writer during the 1600’s.

Concealed behind the gorilla mask and Aphra Behn’s name, Kaz finds a voice that refutes the secondary and silenced inferiority meant for female artists in an industry that produces plays, music, art and theater only created by men and only honoring men. The Guerrilla Girls spent their free time advocating for their rights to be artists, to produce their own work, to share with the world creative outlets that rest on female power and volition and to open doors for the next generation of female artists entering this very patriarchal and male-run platform of the arts.

Being a Guerrilla Girl and advocating for other women inevitably guarantees Kaz the courage she needed to also express the abuse she suffered at the hands of her intimate partner twenty years earlier. She not only named the abuse, but she also, finally, named her abuser, which cut him off entirely from her life, allowing her to move on, fall in love and marry and pursue her:

“I steep myself in feminism, which I believe will eradicate any traces of low self-esteem, rid me forever of longing to go backward in time, and show my batterer I would make it in this world without him…Yes, feminism will be the antidote to all my problems.”

Most importantly, however, this articulation of abuse gives Donna Kaz permission to assert herself as a writer, a playwright and an actor. These identities that position her in the face of power, independence, and confidence over her work, evaded her while she lived with the secret of her abuse—for he was the actor, the artist, not her.  At the heart of this narrative, we find a woman who locates in her art and her feminism the authority to finally see herself as an artist.

In her memoir, Kaz unmasks not only herself but also the way women are silenced in the arts and in intimate relationships that function to subordinate both women and their potential simultaneously. At a pivotal time when young women are finding their voice–as writers and artists as well as individuals–we see how abuse can counter this budding promise. It isn’t until Kaz is in her forties that she does find her voice as an artist and as a woman, refusing to be silenced by an abusive man who believed that his career as an actor was more important than hers.

In the end, Donna Kaz’s memoir reinforces the need for more female artists to put their voices out there through their writing, singing, acting, creating, producing and composing, for it’s our time to let the world know that our voices, our art, matters. No one has the right to silence us, and our art gives us the courage to take back our power.

As Donna Kaz so aptly puts it:

“Only when women’s narratives are equally heard can solutions rise to some of the injustices that plague us all. Without the voice and the vision of women and artists of color, the theatre is a play without a second act.”

 

Marina DelVecchio teaches writing, American Literature and Women’s Studies courses at Durham Technical Community College in North Carolina. Her writing has appeared the Huffington Post, Her Circle Ezine, The New Agenda, BlogHer and She Writes. She is also a contributing women’s literature reviewer for Her Circle Ezine and assistant editor of poetry and non-fiction for the QU Literary Magazine.

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BITCH magazine’s review of UN/MASKED

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JANUARY 2017 BITCH MEDIA

CHAOS ISSUE Winter 17 | issue no. 73

UN/MASKED: MEMOIRS OF A GUERRILLA GIRL ON TOUR by Donna Kaz

As a freshman in college, I saw a performance of the Guerrilla Girls on campus. I remember the charge in the air among women’s studies undergrads sitting toe-to-toe in the amphitheater as we listened to the impassioned language of these women—in an effort to preserve anonymity, they all wore furry gorilla masks and used pseudonyms drawn from female artists such as Eva Hesse, Frida Kahlo, and Hannah Höch — speaking on discrimination in the art world and their efforts to combat the lack of representation through direct action.

UN/MASKED: Memoirs of a Guerrilla Girl On Tour brought me back to the excitement and sense of possibility created that night, all through writer Donna Kaz’s vivid, unsparing recollections of her years (1995–2012) with the feminist activist and artist collective. Kaz applies in 1995 and learns the Guerrilla Girls are seeking “new and energetic members… who can bounce the Girls into a future where when people talk about art they also talk about gender parity for playwrights.” As a playwright in New York City, Kaz had learned about the group when a friend shared a copy of the book Confessions of the Guerrilla Girls. After several enthusiastic re-readings, Kaz imagines a new direction for the group that has taken the art world by storm with their statistics on the absurdly low representation of women and people of color in the Museum of Modern Art: “I envision an attack on sexism in the theatre world….What a coup it would be to name the theatres that do not produce women playwrights or plays by writers of color. How cool to prove bus companies are more inclusive in their hiring practices than theatres are.”But not all elements of Kaz’s personal life intersected with her passionate feminist politics. During the early 1980s, she’d endured an abusive relationship with Bill, a charismatic actor who promised trips to Paris and instead delivered verbal blows. Her reflections on the dynamics of their emotionally volatile relationship are painful, but Kaz’s writing always brings her experiences back to the realm of feminist theory with probing subtext on issues of sexual consent and the warning signs of abuse. If you’ve ever been curious about group organizing, Kaz provides plenty of details on the structure of meetings and how activists can discuss differences of identity and perspective while still striving to meet collective goals. Un/Masked exposes in thoughtful nuance what it’s like to be an artist, a feminist, and a person recovering from abuse—and where artists today can expand on the work of the activists who came before. —Allison McCarthy

 

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UN/MASKED review on THE FRONT ROW CENTER

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Book Review: Un/Masked: Memoirs of a Guerrilla Girl on Tour

Posted By Sarah Downs on Jan 10, 2017

BY Sarah Downs

BOOK REVIEW – Un/Masked:  Memoirs of a Guerrilla Girl on Tour, by Donna Kaz (a/k/a Aphra Behn)

New York City, 1977.  Emerging from its lowest point, New York City is quiet.  Its streets are grubby, parks empty, subways operating on a wing and a prayer.  Enter Donna Kaz, aspiring actress, playwright in the making, future feminist activist.  Eager to join the world of theater, she embraces a busy schedule of classes, auditions and more classes, with the actress’s classic day job — waiting on tables.  Just as she is gaining some traction in her career, in walks a handsome stranger and out go her dreams.

So begins Ms. Kaz’s autobiography.  In a fresh, easy style she leads us on her journey of discovery, loss and redemption.  With humor and a distinct lack of self-pity, she retells the history of a life on the verge, a career derailed, and ultimately one of success.  She is no weak sister.  Alternating scenes from her recent life as a writer with the story of her early years and her time in Hollywood, Kaz evokes the past and present at once, meeting herself in the middle.   We meet her as she is today – successful playwright and Guerrilla Girl, but also as she was as a naïve young woman searching for her unique identity.  When she turns from her own career to follow her man to Hollywood, Kaz loses herself, overshadowed by her glamorous, imposing lover with his outsize ego and outsize capacity for violence.  She sacrifices her own career as she is drawn into a life of domestic abuse, with its revolving door of beatings and passionate rapprochements.  It is only after she ‘escapes’ the prison of this destructive love affair that she rediscovers her love of writing and so reclaims her life.

Kaz returns to New York City where she rediscovers her talent for writing, becoming an award-winning playwright. A naturally outspoken woman (horror!), when she discovers  the Guerrilla Girls she finds a sweet spot.  These feminist crusaders protest against the sexism rife in the arts and theater, honoring the past by adopting the names of dead female artists as pseudonyms. Emboldened by the anonymity of the gorilla mask, they blanket the city with leaflets and stage various public events in an effort to heighten awareness of the paucity of opportunities for women artists, to unmask the unspoken presumption that works by and about women are by definition minor; uninteresting and unworthy.  It echoes the denigration of women everywhere, in a form of artistic ‘abuse’ imposed by a prevailing culture that wants to shut women down.  It’s always a turf war.  Theater is mine; this woman is mine.  Adopting Aphra Behn*, as her ‘nom de Guerrilla,’ Kaz joins in the serious fun, creating “Guerrilla Girls on Tour!” which uses theater and humor to highlight the disparity between opportunities for men and for women in the arts.

Throughout this memoir, Kaz collapses the various layers of her life – thwarted actress, budding writer, latent activist, undiscovered feminist – to step out from behind the mask of her personal history.  She declares: I’m still here and I like it.  And I’m not going away.

*  Aphra Behn, 17th century British playwright, poet, translator and author.

 

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