kayla may paz suarez

Sino | Who?

Kayla May Paz Suarez is a 1st generation PilipinUH American (anti) multidisciplinary artist, born and raised on Ohlone Land (East Bay / San Lorenzo, CA). She is currently settled in Spanish Harlem, New York (Munsee Lenape Land). K May is dedicated to authentic storytelling by way of decolonizing media and communications. Some of her original solo work includes, “Say it With Me: Words of Affirmations for a colonized child’, 'The Kaylamay Project: Come laugh at my trauma' and her ongoing web series 'Expresive AF’k / 5 Ft. Lumpia’ Kayla May has a passion for new work on stage and on the screen. She is committed to celebrating her heritage and invites Kapwa/audiences on a  journey of community healing through self-discovery and cultural pride.

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March 24, 2024 | Unfuck Yourself Digital Collage 
Here’s a quick collage about all the things that are currently swimming in my system. Coconuts, water, marble, blood, sugarcane, newspapers, palm leaves.
When I reflect on decolonization I return to the elements  of the land. The revolutions that exist and are ongoing on that land. Those, luckily are documented and are facts. 
Decolonization is the constant un-fucking of yourself. It is reclaiming all the parts of you that have been fucked without the consent from you and your Ancestors. 
I’m not going to be too precious or critical about this. 
Photo of me in motion by Richard Shiu.
All other elements gathered and layered on Canva. 

Bakit | Why?

K may sits in a peacock chair decorated with flowers and garland of leaves. She wears a gold top with puffy shoulders. There are different sized disco balls at her feet.

MABUHAY. Yo! WELCOME. WUSRLYGUD?!

k may here (in NY probs) and thank you for coming to my corner of the digital universe. As an artist I have been narrowing in on my personal mission to

Decolonize expression, creativity and by redefining identity. I’ve been introduced to the title, anti disciplinary artist by Lori Kharpoutlian.

Returning to Indigeneity.

Re-Plotting my roots / to grow stories / Ancestral lineage / legacy through creation.

Decolonizing expression means challenging and undoing the cultural, social, and political norms and values that have been imposed by colonialism and imperialism, and creating space for diverse and marginalized voices and perspectives to be heard and represented in creative expression. It involves dismantling the power structures that have historically privileged certain forms of artistic expression over others and reclaiming cultural practices and traditions that have been erased or suppressed by colonialism.

current events: what's feeding me

current events: what's feeding me

June 24, 2024

I have been aching to tell this truth for a long time. I have held these close to my chest and have almost burst from the holding of it all. The last 5 years, the last 9 months, the last few hours..there have been more and more coming to the surface and all I want to do is create something that lasts, tell people I love them, and honor all the relationships that have shaped this very existence. I am a vessel, not a mound of clay. I'm realizing there is a difference. In a week I was able to put some of what I have learned into a 10 minute (it was more like 15 min) piece to share with an audience. It was part Catholic mass, part ritual, part stand up, part experiment, part classroom lesson, all storytelling. I just wanted to share the things that have been activating me and I hope it was a success. These things happen so fast. There was so much anticipation leading up to it. the marketing for my particular piece was easy because I knew I wanted to utilize the photos from my shoot with Tunuviel, and my intention to share words of affirmations (my given assignment) was easy, but the how was a challenge...

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My Mama is in the Philippines and has built a rest house. A rest house is a home made of bamboo outside of your other/main home.

Typically it’s there to serve as a place of gathering especially when the weather gets hotter. I remember as a kid we would hang out in the rest house and snack and take naps. Sometimes other family members will sleep in the rest house as well. It’s a place for rest, literally.

I am reflecting on the Western equivalent to this.

I do not think there is one.