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a new invitation arrives…

previous residency plans for PhoenixAthens Gallery, Athens, suspended, shifted, maybe even buried…

In its place, an invitation to become the first Online Artist in Residence as part of the Art Instead programme, an Instagram takeover for three weeks .
A space I do not yet know how to respond to, navigate, or touch.
How to touch it? How do I connect. Some kind of long distance call? If I raise my voice will they hear me?

Will I walk through  sliding doors?

Tangled thoughts continue to push out through my body…shallow breath…

 


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Spring loaded…containing a compressed or stretched spring pressing one part against another…

Lockdown 2020.

I am resisting anything linear, for there is nothing linear about this time…

I have been thrown into a vortex, a hybrid life.

6 months on and I am still inhabiting that hybrid  space, imposed, invited, self inflicted…

Acts that were then questions, have embedded themselves as research, actions and tumbleweed…silent landscapes where the noise lies within the body…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Athens – movement notes  3/2/20

I leave (you) in the hotel room and descend through two floors of alternating light, to the street level. I begin to walk, connecting to ‘the flaneuse’ who I think must move slowly through the city, aimless, and travelling at a certain speed.

Testing movement I find I walk too quickly, so what does this make me? It is like I am continually on the run…

My speed seems more like the slight of hand in a magic trick. I slip through spaces. I rarely stop. I don’t want to be stopped. A contrast   to the ritualistic slow movement of the performance work. A different conversation.

More like a bee gathering nectar, I hover and dart. Nourishment comes later. There is an acuteness to my movement. my body taking signals from the surrounding momentum….listening  to the city, its music, cracks, its sounds as scent.  It’s alchemic nature.

Boundaries blur, gates and fences open and close. Hidden buildings, monumental stages and museum pathways  beckon me …

And in one of these,  an object stops me in my tracks. A first century glass perfume stirrer, suspended within  a glass case in the museum of Cycladic art.

That it is  glass takes me back. Its beauty and intimacy as a single object is arresting, but its function beguiles me too.  The delicate act it may call upon requires movements of  dipping, testing, stirring. Responsive and exploratory.  Something of this echoes in my processes too, questioning in recent days the sometime forensic aspects  of performative processes…a perfume stirred.

I return outside. My walk is slower now.   On a wide avenue, on an  island between lanes of the  traffic of Athens, I stop and stand still for five minutes. I listen, I taste the air, pollutants and all. I close my eyes.

This time I feel everything else move around me. Maybe I am a perfume stirrer…

 

 

 

 

 


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December 2017
and I am on a flight to Venice…

10 days to immerse, test and receive extraordinary mentorship from Performance artist Marilyn Arsem, as part of the Venice International Performance Art Week CO-Creation Live Factory – Prologue 1.

Curated by Francesca Carol Rolla, and Vest & Page, I spend ten residency days in the European Cultural Centre, Palazzo Mora, Venice.

It is now two years on exactly, yet I carry this experience with me still, almost as one does a ceremony, and as a specific taste beneath the tongue.

In this a period of total immersion, of being in a place within my body that I had never been before, boundaries where shifted, canal and sky seemed to become part of the body of the space.  The disorienting sensation of standing on a moving floor with nothing to hold on to aside from a supportive gaze was present daily. Workshop days were 12 hours long , both nourishing and draining the bones.

The theme of the residency was ‘Considering Time’, and there is a distilled poignancy to suddenly writing about it here and now, as if the experience holds its own elasticity.  And I can ask myself now about the place of writing and text in my practice, and perhaps new thoughts on how to use the relationship between performance and writing to create new rooms…

Ephemerality, transience, loss and presence , are part of the landscape of my practice, ritual and repetition it’s time keeper.  Writing and  texts play a part, yet simply writing out the performance now is akin to looking through a window, when in fact so much remains raw and live.  But today, as foundation ,  I simply settle on this…

I am in a large room. I place two large glass bowls  on the cold stone floor many metres apart but within my peripheral vision.

Into each bowl I very slowly  pour milk so full  there is a perilous curve to the liquid that sits just above the rim.

In this room, I begin a reverse walk that will last for four hours . I walk in silence from one wall to the other , the width of the room. I walk between the two bowls of milk. I walk as if I am hardly moving at all, challenging   my balance , my body, the body of milk to stay in my peripheral vision.

I walk To keep focus, to lose focus. I walk from the past to the future. I walk to remember and to forget , I walk holding on knowing I have to let go. I walk to make a journey I do not yet understand.

The temperature in the room is two degrees. The white walls hold my stare , and increase my dizziness. At some points I think I will fall, but I do not.

My hands freeze, feel numb.  Someone from the audience walks up to me and holds them to give brief warmth, kisses them and disappears.

Another  member of the public decides to test my space and disrupts my walk by standing in front of me. What does she want to say?
She breaks myspace, unnerves me, knocks me off balance . But I continue, still only half way through, wondering what that ‘conversation’ was supposed to be.

I  feel the shifting temperature of the room as  groups of people shift and gather  to watch, people passed though, and people with cameras coming too close.

I underestimate the level of strength and balance needed for this and at some points need to draw on other images , phrases, tests,  cold breath, to make the small, enormous , delicious and slow ‘dance ‘ across the floor.

I sense I am inhabiting/ choreographing this space in a way that only opened up once I committed myself to beginning.  I hold the space and lose myself.

It is daylight when I start and dark when I finish . I am a certain temperature when I start and another when I finish…

‘Everything I know about you…’ was a four hour durational performance that took place at a two day opening at Palazzo Moro,Venice at the end of a ten day period of intense workshops, mentoring and practice with Marilyn Arsem, around the theme of considering time , December 2017.

 

 


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Walking through a new country…
a departure
or a new seeking

A visceral journey…


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