Imagining Queer Bandung

Film scrreenings, Filmmaking and Podcasting Workshop for queer BIPoCs (June-August 2021)
(bi’bak website) / (queer asia website)

at Sinema Transtopia, 2021 in collaboration between bi’bak and Queer Asia / funded by Soziokultur Fonds and Europa Solidarity Corps

Beyond the kitchen:
Stories from the Thai Park

(March-July 2020; ongoing tour)

(museum website)

at Bezirksmuseum Charlottenburg-Wilmersdorf, 2020 / funded by Senatsverwaltung für Kultur und Europa, Bezirksamt
Charlottenburg-Wilmersdorf and Goethe-Institut Thailand

un.thai.tled Film Festival 2020

& Film-workshop for BPoCs with Pimpaka Towira and un.thai.tled Collective
(September-October 2020)

(bi’bak website)
at Sinema Transtopia (project by bi’bak) 2020 / funded by Nord-Süd-Brücke Stiftung, Berliner Projektfonds Kulturelle Bildung,
Purin Pictures and Goethe-Institut Thailand

︎ Thai Film Screenings Berlin 2019 at Moviemento
︎Thai Evening in Berlin 2019 at Schalet
Exhibition breaking-through of un.thai.tled collective (August 2019)
supported by UCity Thailand, Thai Airways, Singha Beer, ExBerliner, I-Heart-Berlin


“Because I am human”

director /

- based in berlin

Sarnt Utamachote © 2021

The Tame


I spring above
And shout
Two hands two legs free
I am quadropod
In gramma of my revolution
I would dare to strike
Light up  the curfew
That red
I have the red sentient
With respect sir, my hand
Is too dirty
Perhaps for you, sisters-brothers,
For such heaven is sanitized
By certain sperms of holy water
How same you all look
Side by side
In circle circle
The white caravan of west
Speaking secret tongue
I got to eavesdrop

Should I tremble
Should I let this fear
Unattempt devil’s  eror
Strip me naked bare?
So my filters and flashlight
No more a shine
So that I’d become one of the species
You’d classify,
I was to creeping
Down there I would belong
And up there where their hands
would shove me drown

Hello would I dare?
A century in blind, it stinks
A second where my voice snaps
I spring from the top, just like you’d expect
The hungry rodents there
I reach no difference
No matter which accout I use
Perhaps face so familiar
But so do others as strangers

The fences are raised to keep
And my fantasy
Tedious howl
At the end of dance hall
This mouth, shut
Between the metal rod
Creep my salivas