Gabrielle Civil is a black feminist performance artist, poet, and writer, originally from Detroit MI. She has premiered fifty original performance art works around the world and is the author of the performance memoirs Swallow the Fish (2017) and Experiments in Joy (2019). Her writing has appeared in Dancing While Black, Small Axe, Art21, Obsidian, Kitchen Table Translation, and New Daughters of Africa. She teaches critical studies and creative writing at the California Institute of the Arts and was named a 2019 Rema Hort Mann LA Emerging Artist. The aim of her work is to open up space.
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