look i can hold you a distance so near you can't hear my breath seeping into your ear. it's already there, missed it come and now gone and all that is felt is the residue on the insides of you thinking me into being. drive homeward to sound all the truth in thought's seeing. photo by me
Time In | FEBRUARY 25, 2017 | 6-9PM | Cultural Arts Center, Columbus OH | mfa thesis TIME IN | FEBRUARY 25, 2017 | 6-9PM the premiere of 'Time In' is three weeks away, I'm going over three years of this project's process, excerpted here: rhrsl footage of justin and ella, audio interview with ali Time… Continue reading | Time In
Listening to people. Their lives. Walking home on Sunday I stop to talk to a man and his dog. We speak deeply, quickly. He brings up time and humanity which has me telling him about the interviews I’ve been collecting over the last few years. How the process is “unmooring me” as another friend has put… Continue reading walkeye and the time-being
Rest in the time knowing. come from edges to take it easy in a longscape made silty from running. take it easy but take it. we were there and I was bare > Foot of ground. 24 chimes. half minus 1 the lamp turns itself off, the train sings louder this time. i see the choice in choosing Feet… Continue reading pigeons
Listening to the interviews I’ve collected. Transcribing, re-living, processing with new ideas. Imagine me as a tree growing lessons by the sun. Ra It’s like I’m tripping. Dripping. Over the last two years I've recorded dozens of people, different ages in different parts of the world discussing their ideas of “self/not-self”, “time”, and now a third question… Continue reading “touch a nerve?” (anonymous)
i do not want a heart that wanders, forgets. do not give me a heart for love elsewhere. i want a heart whose love is rooted long sight. give me a heart that grows thick tall wide from depth remembered; hunger for sight, thirst for light, able to reach out. a heart that can be any… Continue reading deep
Ali, Mom, NYC Few months back, I was part of a symposium at NYU/Tisch on ensemble improvisation called Form in Question. Before arriving, K.J. Holmes invited me to be part of a group that would perform during her session and I ended up part of a sextet with Jennifer Monson, Linda Austin and musicians Kris Apple, Robert… Continue reading questions are a gift
Perception: it is what is. I spoke to someone last night, or rather they told me things. I felt off. Who the fuck do I think I am? To name someone’s truth. If we are asked for help, are we charged to answer? And answer with the help they seek? What of the help they need? Who the fuck… Continue reading how much? how far?
Time. I hear the body alone working; it is a shovel breaking ice, snow. Shoveling sidewalk as I sit and type. and then it is the sides of me. There is a width around I feel. Simplify. Clarify. the beat of heart. the swing of shovel. the light of day that fades all the time. things… Continue reading init
In the back of a studio windowed in walls of sunset skies, parallel moments of human experience intersect my presence. It is a healing exchange. I’ll focus on observation of a pedagogical method and what I can translate into words of new physical sensation, rather than unpacking the emotional and spiritual effects of this day's practice,… Continue reading Form: a Practice
Turn off and write. Are you there? yes you ask everyitme and i am always. have you ever heard me ssay no? when you ask? no do you say no to asking? yes. and to typos... funny. now. listen and we'll type. slow down and see only what you see. this question of self and what… Continue reading What is ‘self ‘ ?
a new dance. maybe it's called 'matches' justin fitch, jess gore, ray elder, ella hackworth, sheneese thompson, and orion and aries gore. sound by cast and ammanuel tekeste. i film in the middle if this dance. i leave the typo if here instead of of because i recently received a deep text that had… Continue reading MAtches