Theresa-Xuan Bui

is an interdisciplinary poet working in performance, video, and sculpture.




SELECTED WORKS

together you’re home, now where are we?
as if our hands could hold the weight of promise
upon skin, upon stone
To Love So Freely,
Body Shop
Fweakiest Fwiday: A Gender Reveal Party
W(H)ELCOME
AAPIasinDDMS


SELECTED POETRY

Behind my boys’ backs, I dream of my boys, and falling in love
I’ll choose love every time
 TLDR; My poetry is bigger than your poetry
the intimacy of a distance
Going, Growing, We Go
I’m good at being self-sufficient
ATEASE
Ô ăn quan
upon skin, upon stone collection
Posturing

ARCHIVED 

I built a pool of gold, so we’d always stay afloat
One with the prison, one with the promise, together we give each other form
FUBU
Untitled (Blue)
Basics with Bui: Learning the Letter E’s
Collective Ideation #5

PROCESS  JOURNAL

 Experiments in movement




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I built a pool of gold, so we’d always stay afloat

2022

This performance serves as a reflection on Theresa’s artistic practice, emphasizing how their work is deeply intertwined with the stories of their family, friends, and community. Art is never created in isolation—no one is entirely self-made, and no practice is an act of solitary genius. For their final senior thesis show, Theresa takes a moment to acknowledge and honor those who have shaped their journey. 

This performance is inspired by an earlier poem that explores their reasons for creating and writing. The poem is shared below.


I built a gold pool, so we’d always be afloat


Dear Xuan,


We write without certainty

Without question for how

Doubt fades with ink or

Body rests in stone


We – as in I —

Write – as if to breathe,

        to need, 

        to prove how

Our heart moves through echos 

and my hand speaks through word


I write 

with no other purpose than hearing my voice meld with yours

    Two chambers entangled 

    Pressed against each other as if 

    Constantly colliding for the first 

    time

    upon time


We learned to touch, to think, to speak

Then talk and walk with an upright confidence as

Straight and concrete as American soil

    where

We either land or we fall

And yet here I am,

I dance and I joke 

As if I am home