ø More conversation has taken us on since then. And right now I think of time as the substance by which action can be perceived. Because Time feels to me like: the carved vessel / the act of its sculpting as well as the volume of space / the vibration therein. Twin Body - Different people form the line of my… Continue reading Bebe and a practice with Meg Stuart scores
Tag: partnering
the sacred feminine
rings in my thinking. moves in my body. it bleeds me. i drip languid over a night. she lay, side by side. she wakes laying cry. Still there. He, a rough feminine. flinging in thoughts. running through a body. it bleeds a heart. i drip languid over a night. i lay, she. wake rough, so ready.… Continue reading the sacred feminine
sex made you
i spend time naked. in my daily life. in my art. this is no different, though it very much is. today it is with kate sweeney and chip willis. it is a photo shoot. an easy, fun, remarkable shoot. the talent in each of these artists is more than i can shake my bits at.… Continue reading sex made you
deep
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
again, still : conflations
type. the pages arent ruffling like they used to thats because you are on the keyboard. so should i go back to the pen? yes. (transcription of written notes, switched indents) 15july2016 Time calls you from somewhere else You hear it crying. what am i doing wrong? You are thinking and feeling. You are being… Continue reading again, still : conflations
3 : the life you touch
3partners: 3partners : 3partners when I say "you" i mean "me" you are your own first partner. the planet, your second. and anOther, your third. it has been so all along. and now you have grown so that you can walk. you have found your legs. where they are the weakest. you cannot stand. so… Continue reading 3 : the life you touch
joy, rage, grief, arousal, fear, peace
" gone" made in 2013 by cole Today Faye Driscoll taught a master class at OSU. I was late and entered a room of maybe 37 students and a few observing faculty. Faye Driscoll's work Thank You for Coming: Attendance is on tour at the Wex and she is well-liked in these parts. In allkindsof parts I bet.… Continue reading joy, rage, grief, arousal, fear, peace
MAtches
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
all the Time finding moments
"Have you done a treetop one yet?" prompt by Justin. photo by cole. Finding moments. Searching for constancy. And all the Time finding moments. One does not stand upon time. Here I'd love to draw that little loop he motioned. It would begin at 3oclock and move counterclockwise the size of a fist. Thicker as… Continue reading all the Time finding moments
1 little visual story
audience moving with cole, photo by Noah Rogers at the Garden Theater's Green Room 2013 They step in time but not for long. She has a red scarf and he, red shoes - they cross each other in my view on the left she on her phone heading E and he with a bookbag heading… Continue reading 1 little visual story
in process
1, 2, many ONe, to many 1 too Many : a new work appearing at Feverhead's 'Love, Magic' Friday the 13th, February 2015. created as part of NACHMO - National Choreography Month, co-founded by cohort Anna. I have no idea what '1, to Many' is. Now a floating signifier, it can take any form or… Continue reading in process
gratitude and beatitudes
The breath it comes in waves on sand. The bosom of Earth Seep milk of (over) me, nurture equanimity. It goes on without notice of its tracks. It runs down the neck of the dying on the breath of the born. The rhythm in destruction. Fire and light bring void. Void is there. It is… Continue reading gratitude and beatitudes
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