ANGKor:THE LOST EMPIrE OF CAMBODIA. ROYAL BC MUSEUM
Angkor Harvest was a proud sponsor of the museum’s opening gala. Sophea wrote for and performed ANGKOR, at the gala.
ANGKOR (excerpt)
Sophea Heang
From: Remember Me in Stillness
our mornings begin
in the soil while
the sun is still
floating beneath
wet lotus
petals
our restless hands
leap past sleepy
eyes dig
the dirt a red
current naiant
in flesh
invoking memory
Sophea co-produced her first BC Culture Day’s Event at the Richmond Cultural Centre, September 2023, Invoking Memory that Never Sheds its Potency.
Roots of Compassion
The observer dances around the sun
touched by rain, wind and snow
it knows breaking open will burn
(still), the awareness goes after itself,
it's water that moves
in and out of roots:
You know it's there.
You just can't see it...
WaLKING INTO KHAO-I-DANG. hearts of freedom exhibit
(Excerpt)
Some stories are written inside the
body and carried over when
the night goes quiet under the
moon
soon light will peek through those
curtains
you and I
we’ve travelled with this
light and the glowing sun
countless times
each vertebrae stack on top of these
ancient book spines that have
breathed into the veins
bones and flesh of what
remains,
the wind blows
the first two pages
that land
on my
hand
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we are all storytellers:river beneath a river
Sophea co-produced a second annual BC Culture Day’s event, We Are All Storytellers: River Beneath a River
"The Universe is made of stories, not atoms". Muriel Rukeyser.
Up high (excerpt)
warm waves
wash over my name;
now one with the
grains of sand.
I am still
what you call me
yet no letter
can ever
follow where
I am from
the mountain that sees from inside. Roots of Compassion
(excerpt)
We knew that Khao-I-Dang wasn’t our permanent home.
We also knew that our feet wanted to be free to roam.
We forgot the face of the person holding the camera.
But we will always remember the faces of our mothers
And fathers and their smiles that kept us close to our homeland.
Khao-I-Dang the refugee camp is gone now...
But where Mount-I-Dang still stands
it is green, it is lush
she’ll always be