Work in Progress…
A soft flowing place, a technique that suits all walks of life.
A sense of the feel of the sun on our skin.
the radiance of skin.
The feeling of every fibre.
A moment to be still as if nothing matters.
A drop of the gut and a drop of the jaw.
A reach for the floor, a magnetic attraction to the middle part.
A taste of blood, a taste of mango.
The softest feather, the sharpest blade.
Find your centre, find the centre.
Lose your centre, find your feet.
Let time happen, let your elbow unhinge.
If you perform this and no one sees it, did it happen?
Move without ego, move without concern, forget the spectacle.
Time is running out.
Walking, standing, sitting, laying.
Don’t rush, rush, be heavy, be light.
Be sensitive, appoint detail to every action, move with intention.
Feel your head, feel distance.
There is no silence.
Be occupied, don’t occupy.
Be normal, be average, be basic.
Drink your water, excuse yourself, exhale.
Let got of the spectators.
You’re being dramatic.
There is no aesthetic value in honesty.
Find your adaption, find fluidity.