Why do I make art? To build time capsules for my heritage | Kayla Briët

When I was four years old,

my dad taught me the Taos Pueblo Hoop Dance,

a traditional dance born hundreds of years ago in Southwestern USA.

A series of hoops are created out of willow wood,

and they're threaded together to create formations of the natural world,

showing the many beauties of life.

In this dance, you're circling in a constant spin,

mimicking the movement of the Sun

and the passage of time.

Watching this dance was magic to me.

Like with a time capsule,

I was taking a look through a cultural window to the past.

I felt a deeper connection

to how my ancestors used to look at the world around them.

Since then, I've always been obsessed with time capsules.

They take on many forms,

but the common thread is that they're uncontrollably fascinating

to us as human beings,

because they're portals to a memory,

and they hold the important power of keeping stories alive.

As a filmmaker and composer,

it's been my journey to find my voice,

reclaim the stories of my heritage and the past

and infuse them into music and film time capsules to share.

To tell you a bit about how I found my voice,

I'd like to share a bit about how I grew up.

In Southern California, I grew up in a multigenerational home,

meaning I lived under the same roof

as my parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents.

My mother is Dutch-Indonesian and Chinese with immigrant parents,

and my father is Ojibwe

and an enrolled tribal member

of the Prairie Band's Potawatomi Tribe in Northeastern Kansas.

So one weekend I'd be learning how to fold dumplings,

and the next, I'd be traditional-style dancing

at a powwow,

immersed in the powerful sounds of drums and singers.

Being surrounded by many cultures was the norm,

but also a very confusing experience.

It was really hard for me to find my voice,

because I never felt I was enough --

never Chinese, Dutch-Indonesian or Native enough.

Because I never felt I was a part of any community,

I sought to learn the stories of my heritage

and connect them together to rediscover my own.

The first medium I felt gave me a voice was music.

With layers of sounds and multiple instruments,

I could create soundscapes and worlds that were much bigger than my own.

Through music, I'm inviting you into a sonic portal

of my memories and emotions,

and I'm holding up a mirror to yours.

One of my favorite instruments to play is the guzheng zither,

a Chinese harp-like instrument.

While the hoop dance is hundreds of years old,

the guzheng has more than 2,000 years of history.

I'm playing the styles that greatly influence me today,

like electronic music,

with an instrument that was used to play traditional folk music long ago.

And I noticed an interesting connection:

the zither is tuned to the pentatonic scale,

a scale that is universally known in so many parts of music

around the world,

including Native American folk songs.

In both Chinese and Native folk,

I sense this inherent sound of longing and holding onto the past,

an emotion that greatly drives the music I create today.

At the time, I wondered if I could make this feeling of immersion

even more powerful,

by layering visuals and music --

visuals and images on top of the music.

So I turned to internet tutorials to learn editing software,

went to community college to save money

and created films.

After a few years experimenting,

I was 17 and had something I wanted to tell and preserve.

It started with a question:

What happens when a story is forgotten?

I lead with this in my latest documentary film,

"Smoke That Travels,"

which immerses people into the world of music, song, color and dance,

as I explore my fear that a part of my identity, my Native heritage,

will be forgotten in time.

Many indigenous languages are dying due to historically forced assimilation.

From the late 1800s to the early 1970s,

Natives were forced into boarding schools,

where they were violently punished if they practiced traditional ways

or spoke their native language,

most of which were orally passed down.

As of now, there are 567 federally recognized tribes in the United States,

when there used to be countless more.

In my father's words,

"Being Native is not about wearing long hair in braids.

It's not about feathers or beadwork.

It's about the way we all center ourselves in the world as human beings."

After traveling with this film for over a year,

I met indigenous people from around the world,

from the Ainu of Japan,

Sami of Scandinavia,

the Maori

and many more.

And they were all dealing with the exact same struggle

to preserve their language and culture.

At this moment, I not only realize the power storytelling has

to connect all of us as human beings

but the responsibility that comes with this power.

It can become incredibly dangerous when our stories are rewritten or ignored,

because when we are denied identity,

we become invisible.

We're all storytellers.

Reclaiming our narratives and just listening to each other's

can create a portal that can transcend time itself.

Thank you.

(Applause)