Performance exploration. Miami Beach, FL.
How do we disappear ourselves? How can we embed ourselves into the earth? How can I make my body subject of the earth, rather than the earth subject of man?
How do we disappear ourselves? How can we embed ourselves into the earth? How can I make my body subject of the earth, rather than the earth subject of man?
Video: Performance exploration. Valencia, Spain.
I was sitting by the river one dull grey day thinking.
when, not to be dramatic, but
a hole
A hole the size of a ripe pomegranate
Opened up in the middle of my chest.
A pit
Right above my stomach and between my tiddies.
when, not to be dramatic, but
a hole
A hole the size of a ripe pomegranate
Opened up in the middle of my chest.
A pit
Right above my stomach and between my tiddies.
A hole.
I swear.
I was sitting by the river, waiting for the tide to rise when a hole opened up
Swallowed my lungs
And I forgot how to breathe
Swallowed my lungs
And I forgot how to breathe
It sucked up my stomach
Then my hips
My shoulders folded in
Then my thighs and knees
My head
Then my hips
My shoulders folded in
Then my thighs and knees
My head
Until
y’know.
y’know.
Poof
I was gone.
And as it opened,
I felt a strange sense of peace.
Like I wouldn’t be burdened with this body anymore
Like I could finally exhale and melt into nothing
I felt a strange sense of peace.
Like I wouldn’t be burdened with this body anymore
Like I could finally exhale and melt into nothing
Finally
Evaporate into the wind
Like the water does
Evaporate into the wind
Like the water does
My body
this mass
This arbitrarysoftstupidnothing mass
Means nothing to me
And as I evaporate in to everythingnothingwaterair
I am glad to remember that my body will contribute to something
I am glad to remember that the soil on the shore will benefit from my dissolution
I smile as tall grass drinks the nutrients from my skin, enriching itself, growing taller
I am glad to forget the absurd conflicts that take place between my mind and body
The wars and wondering
about its form
Shape
this mass
This arbitrarysoftstupidnothing mass
Means nothing to me
And as I evaporate in to everythingnothingwaterair
I am glad to remember that my body will contribute to something
I am glad to remember that the soil on the shore will benefit from my dissolution
I smile as tall grass drinks the nutrients from my skin, enriching itself, growing taller
I am glad to forget the absurd conflicts that take place between my mind and body
The wars and wondering
about its form
Shape
My bodies shape
Decides how I can be held
and what I am expected to hold
Decides how I can be held
and what I am expected to hold
Water
For example
Shapeless, Unflinching, constant
Holds everything.
Everything.
For example
Shapeless, Unflinching, constant
Holds everything.
Everything.
There is love that holds like water does
Filling every space
I remember once I exhaled everything
Let my stomach out pressing gently against her palm
Which held me softandstrongandkind
Like water holds you when you’re floating.
One of the curses of a body is the ability to harm the things you hold.
Accidentally intoxicating the water with the chemicals of your gut
Drowning
when you could have learned to swim
Filling every space
I remember once I exhaled everything
Let my stomach out pressing gently against her palm
Which held me softandstrongandkind
Like water holds you when you’re floating.
One of the curses of a body is the ability to harm the things you hold.
Accidentally intoxicating the water with the chemicals of your gut
Drowning
when you could have learned to swim
She held me soft and strong and kind
But the body she held is gone
Remember?
It was sucked into a hole
and I am meeting the ocean anew
But the body she held is gone
Remember?
It was sucked into a hole
and I am meeting the ocean anew
If I am different now
Will I still be able to float?
If my body feels
flat
heavy
stumbled
hard
in spaces that were soft
Soft
and
decomposing
in places that weren't
Will she still think im pretty?
Will I still be able to float?
If my body feels
flat
heavy
stumbled
hard
in spaces that were soft
Soft
and
decomposing
in places that weren't
Will she still think im pretty?
Anyway.
I am wind now.
Im no longer burdened with a body.
Perhaps one day ill condensate into a cloud
and on a grey day
Rain into a river.
Perhaps one day ill condensate into a cloud
and on a grey day
Rain into a river.
