26 February 2017 | Dance 4, Nottingham | By Sally

Being Unsure

Underconfident

Dark, torch, Jill Deacon

feeling versus knowing....

Wanting to bring in that section of jumping but knowing it didn't really work

Do we have the time to change?

Not wanting to offend but needing to be said

Small pain in left knee - how's that happened? - on the plane, the yoga, the work, the mat, the floor?

Holiday walking on Ikaria, getting lost, heat and heat stroke, T shirt on head

water on T shirt, red frog, black and red caterpillar, think I should climb the cliff to look for a path.

Waiting at the side to enter. Now? No. Now? No. Now? No. Now? Don't know. 

When is the right time? the last time? the next time? Do we have time?

Another gin or should we go?

Oooohing and aaaarhing!

It's make your mind up time.

Stay? Go?

My unsureness is generally to do with other people,

unsure

uncertain

unclear

November 2016 | Leeds | By Lisa, Rachel and Sally

A List For Today - A Triptych:

A Monday

Can we begin now?

 

Where are we right now – what are we bringing to this

Moment

Moving as we do

 

What are we arriving with?

Arriving – carried/contained within

Structure

Tissue

 

The light has dimmed and I am thinking of what happened in winter times

Back then

 

Cold studios

Empty spaces

 

It’s hard to remember sometimes

There is a pressure sitting here, typing

 

So I am recalling last night

That is as far back as I can manage right now

Switching positions

Heat shifting

 

Seeking a more comfortable position

Seeking a pressure that is more reassuring

 

It seems that this is quite

A

Full place to be right now

The solitude of the time to write the solitude of the time to open the book the solitude of the time to do or not do

 

If I had a pencil I would draw it putting in shade and dark & light – or would those be curtains….

 

Writing is a difficult thing to do when they’re talking- I wish they’d be quiet, but I will be quiet

 

What is quiet

 

Quiet is how you have to be when you do life modelling – in a black leotard a pair of tights – I was crap, but they gave me £12.00 & refreshments and all that time ago that was quite a lot of money

 

Is quiet the same as stillness but in a different scape?

 

Observing class when I had shin splits, 1985? Watching and writing benesh notation, stick people on lines. I lent a lot, I learnt that I don’t want to be a benesh notator.

Walk over

Talk over

An interview on the radio about some work I was doing – with Quick Shifts I think.

Trying my hand at stand up comedy, a couple of times, haven’t done it since (or not for money anyway).

Watching beautiful Balinese dance

 

 

2017 | By Lisa

A List Made In Extreme Brightness

A mini(-ature) mountain range

A pile of rubble

A book

Scrambling, slipping

Backwards on scree

A slate grey pool

Marram and its scratch

Small red trails

Bright light

Sunshine

A blind spot

A soft spot

A marshmallow

No go

No show

Honey spread

Soft white bread

Ham paste

Golden wonder

Struck as if

By a meteorite shower

On the back of the head one small bump

2017 | By Lisa

An Objective List

Sad Café – on constant play in the smallest room at 10 Scholey Avenue – don’t move your feet or an arm will jump

One small beer at 8.15am – the café in Barcelona where we had breakfast number 2 – one sweet roll and a long black coffee

Weak sunshine

Large glasses – reflecting always - good

One silver head – a point of discussion

Two red and yellowed eyes – hopefully never discussed but maybe provoking disgust

One angel

Two platform shoes

A pair of white tights

Below a bouncing halo on Carre del Carme

A blue wax bowl, scooped out, light filled

Orange ones burning in the chilly field - a Norwegian tomato farm

The gas man

The farmer

The son

The past and the present overlooking the sea

The stink of the loo – poo & pee compost

One espresso – 3.15pm

Lunch - 11.45am, always

One man, spinning on his head

Watching

Balancing

Ready to topple, cava-filled into the sea over the wall with Freddie and Montserrat

Past the big curve

Looping the loop

Doing the do

Small envelopes, long letters, a marathon

The diving board

Nameless books, nameless novels, misnamed garments, an armadillo, a carapace, a mistake

Kept, celebrated, a convent

Mister Sock-man

 

2017 | By Lisa

Sunday’s Collection – a surprise

Peering in the dark; surprisingly pale blue, aqua, peach, watery yellow; absence of black

jangling

On the outside

Steaming

Strangely smelling

A pot – small: fresh fruit

Squeaky floor

Thin curtains: which city light and dark shown on panels

Through the window

Small gestures

In

The mirror – hoping, discerning, deleting

Turning back

Dropping round

Catching pull away

a small puff of dust from the feet to the wrist

2 birds

one pigeon + the maggots

 

zero; four; nine; twelve; fifteen; twenty-one; twenty-two; twenty-seven; thirty-five; thirty-eight; forty; forty-two; forty-seven; forty-nine; fifty

 

novelty, thick, pastel, bold, striped, soft tops, gripping ankles, sliding in forcing out one birth near death – hold close – to me

29th March 2017 | By Lisa

A Companion List

One black dress, and one with a sash

The shoes, the pants, eyeliner

2 red dots

Tight grey cords, purple top – cap sleeves

Satin, sateen, plus cotton

Under skirt; over dress

Smudged

2 big rollers

black trousers a few pairs

1 jacket - again bottle green

swooping & diving, one hand behind the head: Philadelphia – shoes on, not shoes off

bagels, too many, cream cheese cranberry jelly

fast lifts, high release, Thomas Tallis

sleeping

soundly

1 minute

turquoise

silky

cropped, blouson leg

a hand whisk, a blender, the hoover, the dog locked away

whirling, one mad cat

long curtains

a bit chilly, in the dark  - chair placed behind the kitchen

lots of candles + angels – too many

but watching

waiting

lying

not lying

visiting

usurping

showering

a gift

an ending?

in a tunnel or the arsenal, spare change on the suitcase

great stunts

best moves

insipid moves

spinning on a rope

running up the wall

hoping

the end

was

secured

my mum

and my dad

sitting, hunched

porticoe

portcullis

done

the beauty

of

forgetting

29th March 2017 | Leeds | By Lisa

The Beginnings of a List (or a Listed Collection – the Backstory)

One birdcage – not real

Hand guards

Elastic braces

v-neck

tea-bag died rags

a pierrot mask

red lipstick

red and black painted rags

blue wrapover – handed down

slouchy woolly warm up stuff – mulled wine & black

black tights – high waist

leotards – navy blue; royal blue; fuschia; black; turquoise (wrestler); red chevrons; bottle green velour; brown seal skin – Carita House

unitards – bright pink; black; navy blue; mid blue; jade green; ruched; unruched

hair like a mushroom, 2 flicks, always a fringe, number 2 (very short), wavy long, longer, curly, and grey – sometimes up, sometimes down

 

several houses

numerous theatres

outdoor sites

Japan; USA; Canada; France; Germany; Belgium; Norway; Sweden; Portugal; Slovenia; UK; Italy; India; Hungary; Ireland

On the tv, on film, live

A Persil box

Nicky S x 2

Betsy

Jamie, Fiona – Poppy and a panda, Anton, Milly, the Reckless girls; Norwegian craziness

 

Contained within and without,

always

myself

a vessel

A prism

A glass block

A shape shifter

Laughing – a lot

29th March 2017 | By Lisa

A List Made With A Grey Sky

Petals with a peculiar smell

One small trolley

A dinner wagon

Aperitifs at 6.30

A vase – fat, rounded

Some coloured glass

2 green velveteen cushions

no rabbit

6 chairs – Bell Street, Salvation Army

Another peculiar smell

Old pee

Back against the nostrils

4 castors

a pulley

the pan with the black handle – slightly bellied-bottom

slightly out of time

holding the space – always

the noise of the rolling

lights – small and bright

everlasting

 

 

bulbs

a balcony

backs

spines

remembrance

dulce

et decorum

est…

the wealth

of

the thing

the

breath

of

the thing

gulag

how to be

how to go

how to show

how low

ho ho

was it mine or yours

is it hours of passing of time of weight of body of lips of hair

one bruise

one scar on the top of the head

waterfalls

caves

a bruise on my tooth

loosening

dropping

swooping

5p

softly closing

muffled

muffling

in a jar at

the side

of the bed

my money for

running

playing

escaping

shutters

Mr Ripley

The sun

My ending, unknown, ever-knowing, not knowing

 

Unable to resist the lilt

The totally tropical taste

The chance to reveal

The chance to subsume, consume, presume but never assume – it makes an ass of you and me…

 

Too much

Extraneous

Lessening

Loosening

Leftovers

Offcuts

Brown serge

Broderie anglais - white

Seersucker – lemon + pedal pushers to match

Poplin – Mary

Small check – green white – red pox

A game – rummy

Another jar

½ pences – winnings

a bet

a joke

a laugh

the back bedroom – today chilly

last night toasty

the big bulb in the cage beneath the candlewick

pink – small green and white buds

 

she tips

she picked me up – the strength of the lion

2 wrists

2 ankles

and dropped me onto the bigger pink buds

thudding on the back, no wind, only wind

hot air

laughing

crashing

stirring

the cherry blossom

right now, still in leaf

Northern Ballet | 8th November 2016 | By Lisa

In Advance Of Snow

Asymmetric hair cut

Teal blue: cockatoo

Slouchy ankles

A mid point

At the waist

Skimming

Sliding

Screaming

Tubular

Bells

Jean Michel Jarre

One group

Latent heat

School base

Home base

No feet, plastic bags

Chicken pox – too much heat

Pandora’s box

Evita

Song and Dance

Movement With Music

No sound

Politesse

A demonstration

A demon – on skates

One tree

Tall

Reaching

Sheds…

 

Advancing Snow:

Ready to go

Many rooftops

Tiles

Small branches

An overhang

Few berries

Many on the branch, not much snow on the floor

A robin

A gust

Gusting

Gurgling

Gurning

Talk to the baby

No spots left

Dabbing

Dawdling

Rowing the boat up the hill

Janine Robert Debbie Claire

The children in the book

How many words

To

Let me know

Where we are

Where we are at

A sponge

Soft

Sopping

Absorbant

Reluctant – perhaps

Puerile – sometimes

Nonsensical

Appealing

Inhabiting

Co-habiting

Existence is mine

Blue John

Agate

Chalceodony

Amethyst

Pearl

Lili

A list too long and maybe for another day

A complex, shifting, tangible, intangible kind of a list

A list that’s living

A list that’s me

A list for giving

Tearing it up

Ripping the

Temple

Curtain

On

One

Forgetting

Fogging

Emerging

Imminent

Drooling

Dribbling

2 minutes since then

2 minutes from now

Shifting like sand

A space

A bubble

A reconsideration…

Northern Ballet | 8th November 2016 | By Lisa

In Advance Of Snow:

 

Asymmetric hair cut

Teal blue: cockatoo

Slouchy ankles

A mid point

At the waist

Skimming

Sliding

Screaming

Tubular

Bells

Jean Michel Jarre

One group

Latent heat

School base

Home base

No feet, plastic bags

Chicken pox – too much heat

Pandora’s box

Evita

Song and Dance

Movement With Music

No sound

Politesse

A demonstration

A demon – on skates

One tree

Tall

Reaching

Sheds…

 

Advancing Snow:

Ready to go

Many rooftops

Tiles

Small branches

An overhang

Few berries

Many on the branch, not much snow on the floor

A robin

A gust

Gusting

Gurgling

Gurning

Talk to the baby

No spots left

Dabbing

Dawdling

Rowing the boat up the hill

Janine Robert Debbie Claire

The children in the book

How many words

To

Let me know

Where we are

Where we are at

A sponge

Soft

Sopping

Absorbant

Reluctant – perhaps

Puerile – sometimes

Nonsensical

Appealing

Inhabiting

Co-habiting

Existence is mine

Blue John

Agate

Chalceodony

Amethyst

Pearl

Lili

A list too long and maybe for another day

A complex, shifting, tangible, intangible kind of a list

A list that’s living

A list that’s me

A list for giving

Tearing it up

Ripping the

Temple

Curtain

On

One

Forgetting

Fogging

Emerging

Imminent

Drooling

Dribbling

2 minutes since then

2 minutes from now

Shifting like sand

A space

A bubble

A reconsideration…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My response to Wendy Houstoun’s request for ‘any thoughts on the nature of ageing | 15th November 2010 | By Rachel

I looked after my dad this weekend.

He is 90 years old. And a miraculous achievement especially after: a rural childhood in extreme weather conditions, combat in a world war, a refugee camp, repatriation, a mining career handling dynamite, a burst stomach ulcer, a new career in a cotton mill, 3 kids including a toddler in his mid fifties, a removed gallbladder, a lot of fatty meats, most veg as a garnish, almost no fruit (the odd grape), fluid intake only coffee, beer and red wine, a 78-year smoking habit.

Not having a car probably helped, we walked everywhere.

He now moves very, very slowly. He has a stick.

He stayed over at our place. Our place has 4 floors and many stairs including a tripping hazard consisting of 2 cats.

His body a marvel, I look at it and think that that is where I came from and where I am going.

He needs a lot of help to get into bed. And stand up. His frailness contradicts his immense physical heaviness.

His skin is amazing. Kind of paper thin and almost see through and covered with marks from a long life. Age spots, coal seems under his skin, impressive scars. He lets me cover him in Dr Haushka body lotion.

He uses a thing called a nebuliser. This, I think, relaxes his lungs and calms down his hacking smokers cough. It looks a bit like the oxygen masks that drop from the airplane ceiling when you are about to crash land.

I hope I have his smile-y demeanor at that age. He is cheeky.

He is not cantankerous and never complains. He laughs easily.

Conversation is tricky due to a combination of his deafness, forgetfulness (although he did remember his childhood horses names, Zono and Bobby, which is approx an 82 year old memory) and slurring of words.

He doesn’t say much, never did anyway, and his deafness can be strangely selective. Ask him about what he thinks about something and he just smiles and pretends he didn’t hear. Whisper into a bucket in the far corner of the next room “do you want a glass of wine?” and a resounding “yes please” will come booming forth.

At times I wonder what on earth is going on in his head.

He can sit all day long looking at the birds and the cats and generally napping, coughing, smiling, breathing, sipping, watching – god I think he must be really bored. So I think of entertainment. I rig him up to my laptop so he can watch a couple of movies wearing little earphones and the volume up max. For once he could hear the dialogue and the music.

He watched ‘The Sting’ and ‘Raging Bull’ whilst eating fried egg sandwiches.

 

We are close. A closeness not of words or conversation, but of an immense comfortable-ness in the company of each other whilst walking or moving or doing nothing.

 

So my tips on ageing are:

Believe me, it’s not that brilliant to be ancient and not in good shape. The body and mind does tend to deteriorate if you don’t look after it so:

Stay healthy physically. Always, always exercise and don’t eat shit.

Develop a passion for reading and the art of conversation. Especially develop a love for talking about abstract ideas and concepts.

Keep yourself perpetually in education or making things so you don’t get bored.

Nice lotion still counts when you are 90.

Pets are good.

So are bungalows.

 

Love.

 

As for me, I’d better get a move on so that those cells that make up my father’s body, the genetic heritage of him and my mother, and their fathers and mothers from way, way back in time, don’t completely reach the end of the line. God, all that way, all those thousands of years, for those cells to end their days in ……… Huddersfield?

I am the only one left in my family who can do this, keep these cells going I mean.

I am 40 this year.

Wow.

Passport use for performance/teaching | August 2017 | By Rachel

Iceland

USA

Sweden

France

Spain

Portugal

The Netherlands

Brussels

Luxembourg

Latvia

Germany

Hungary

Czeck Republic

Austria

Switzerland

Italy

Croatia

Macedonia

Greece

Cyprus

Azerbaijan

Russia

India

Bangladesh

China

Taiwan

Hong Kong

Australia

New Zealand

Passport not needed - UK (including Wales, Scotland, Northern Ireland)

Collection of places would like to visit:

Patagonia

Namibia

Japan

Northern Norway

Canada

Performing with a broken body | Summer 2017 | By Rachel

Performing with a broken body | Summer 2017 | By Rachel

Broken toes, right foot

Fractured Spine, L5 – a constant

Quadratus lumborum – spasm

Trapezius - spasm

Pulled rib

Busted nose - on stage Riverside Studios

Chicken Pox – Lillian Bayliss,

General flu at various times – spinning snot usually a resulting feature

Sprained ankle - both at different times

Pulled right hip socket

Neck - left facet joints seized up regularly on tour 2002

Inflamed tendon, front of left shoulder (fainted whilst having hammer needle acupuncture combined with cupping, Taiwan - on stage 3 hours later)

Ripped left achilles tendon - onstage during premier in Italy

Both knees joints affected by withering of thigh muscles in the aftermath of above

Right piriformis/right SI joint – tightness/pain

When needed Paramol – brand of codeine that works (in combination with adrenaline) to take the edge off pain of above list

Shared collection with many in a teaching space | February 2017 | By Rachel

Group 1

Transformation

Water Sack

Meditative

Between Earth and Sky

Endurance

Sensation

Journey

From the body outwards

Embodiment

Trance

Intricacy

Shifting Sensation of Time

Bodily Experiences

Personal

Finding a Form

Focus

Paying Attention

Hyper Sensitive

Awareness of Environment

Intense

Leave Your Ancestors Behind

Bring Your Ancestors Along

Acknowledge the presence of your ancestors

Response to war

Control

Exploration

Self discipline

Inward focus

Self healing

Self awareness

Listening

Physical listening

Cleansing

Demanding

Infinite

Continuous

Endlessness

Rejuvenating

Freeing

Space & Time

Awareness of Breath

Imagery

Dream state

Kineasthetic

Hightened senses

Offering

Generosity

detail

sensation

detail

 

Group 2

transformation

paying attention

focus

awareness

strength

meditative state

attention

tension

time

frustration

relaxation

discipline

heightened sensitivity

growth

of the body

grounded

water sack

earth & sky

primal state

presence

attentive

reborn

visceral

repetitive

transcending

personal

fidgety

imagination

authentic

concentration

control

hypnotic

journey

stories

past

present

now

ancestors

war

birth

historical

never ending

relentless

crisis

alternative

trance

atmospheric

environment

desert

water

fluidity

delicate

fragile

awareness

calming

seamless

sound

voice

sickly

dreaming

into the unknown

slow

breath

melting

sensation

paying attention

space

feeling space

“That moment can’t be repeated, but it’s a trained moment, it’s prepared for, and comes out of everything that’s happened before. It can be like you are not even there. It goes right through you.”

“everyone’s an observer including yourself. You’re the activator but you’re also the observer to all this, reacting and hearing what’s happening all at once. You’ve got all this stuff going through you and you don’t stop it and you don’t hold it”.  (The Knowing Body: The Artist as Storyteller in Contemporary Performance, 1995)

.... but I would say you pay attention to it.

We are always in relationship.

A List For Sunday Supplement | Nottingham Castle | 12 March 2017 | By Rachel, Lisa and Sally

Sal

Waiting

Underwater

So held and considered

Behind the shoulders

Mud sliding

It did emerge momentarily

Green polo

Black leotard

All her feeling is carried in her upper structure

And her youth is visible right now

Carried forward

 

With more understanding thankfully

 

Memory Of Time

Passing Through The Body

 

 

Point scan

Circle, cycle, repeat

Capture

Point and drag, point 45 degrees

Fluency and form and roll and bringing in, bringing home

Pipe spine supporting upwards and against to expel and outburst and collect and gather and put out

Tracing and expelling

A recalling of the outdoor spaces Kitty has danced in

 

 

A place

A now

2 peas

both green

floating slightly

moving greatly

1 parting 2 parting

flip flap

flip flop

bright sun

straw hat

bench

bark

purr

I’ll take you

You take me

Bow

Wow

 

Bow

Wow

Donkey

Bow

Wow

A sanctuary

Bow

Wow

A place

My place

In

This

Line

Bow

Bow

Bow

Wow

It’s mine

Desmoine

Enough

Dancing The Endings Of Performances

Northern Ballet | 16th October 2016 | By Sally

People I’ve worked with, danced with or been taught by collection:


Laurie Booth
Rosie Lee
Sue MacLennan
Rosie Lee
Claire Russ
Claire Russ
Glasshouses
Kent De Spain
Kerry Francksen
Quick Shifts
Matthias Sperling
Lyndsey Kemp
Steve Paxton
Barbara Dilley
Nina Martin
Diane Madden
Xavier Le Roy
Emilyn Claid
Lois Weaver
Gay Sweatshop
Affair
Not good
JULYEN HAMILTON (capitals not on purpose)
Kirsty Simson
Gregory Nash
Fergus Early
Motionhouse
Lower Left
Leslie Dworkin
Pete Shenton
Rick Nodine
Jo Breslin
Miriam Keye
Eleanor Walker
Caroline Bowditch
Deborah Hay
Simon Ellis
Gabi Reuter
Suzanne ?
Lin Snelling
Mike Huxley
Jayne Stevens
Jovair Longo
Zena Skinner
Marie McCluskey
Terri McCluskey
Pete Purdy
Michael Quaintance
Susie Ater
Tony Thatcher

Northern Ballet | 8th November 2016 | By Sally

Northern Ballet | 8th November 2016 | By Sally

In advance of snow

Swindon
Okus Road
It’s March, and unexpectedly, very unexpectedly, my Uncle Don turns up on the doorstep.
All the way from Australia.
There’s a song in there. Somewhere.
I remember this because it was snowing in March. And that was two very surprising things to have happened on the same day.
It’s the same Uncle Rowland who played at the Mechanics.
The splosh, the foxtrot
The waltz
A pineapple juice in a small glass glass
Dancing with my sisters, my school teacher, my mum and dad.
Driving back
Swindon
To Baydon and dad switching off the car lights in the tunnel
And seeing it snow on full beam headlights – crazy snow falling falling falling
Falling, Jo falling like crazy skittle.
Advance warning,
Red alert
PVC skirt and footless tights.
Dying pointe shoes blue and feeling radical. Not being allowed to wear them for class.
I want to do contemporary ballet.
What’s that?
I don’t know. Not being able to describe it or even name a company but that’s what everyone wanted to do. And so did I.

The Silk Mill | 6th January 2017 | by Rachel

Rachel, Kitty, Sally and David
Score #2
Between the brick walls 1 x 5 feet tall
2 feet
4 feet
an an extra inch
precise date and time
2.10pm 1971
I can remember that - uh?
2am
dull
afternoon tea - the body memory of the time
Oldham Royal
ward
name
midwife
N U R I A from Catalunya - the name of a song I think
Josef - not ph
SLOVENIA
a village
a town
an empire
an entirety
they met apparently in
a nightclub
a hotel
the 50’s
the waltz, the foxtrot and whatnot
their eyes met, cigarette smoke billowed, charisma oozed
a trilby
a dapper
a suit
SALECHESIRE
not a clue...
how does it mix together and then pop out in this form
a question forever
they’ve gone
ITALY
BRITAIN
a flash of the festive
Nuria was relly hilarious withou trying to be so
LANCASHIRE
cobbles concrete urban
no flowers, trees, grass
LONDON
countryside
2 feet turning
a remote farm
horse, dog, forest, vineyard - seeping in to your veins and your bones and your muscle and your UK
a big fight
ease in the countryside
ease into the countryside
wear a hat

wear wellies genetic memory Josef’s gait copied
loved
worn
reduced
made now connected connecting connection
he was not a talker
a cough a pause
ELODIA NURIA
how tall was he miner
manual labourer
red t bars
(the dress with the gnomes and the white broderie anglais blouse) flouncing
reddening
relenting
playing
heels tapping
eyes glancing
peering
chase a squirrel
red
grey
EDINBURGH
the one with the indigo florals
the socks with the white pattern
the shoes - schooled
anoraks x 3
hoods x 3
CLARKSFIELD
ELODIA
liberty
gold sandals
size 3
36
smooth
or
not
DUEY
let’s track him down haha
haha
haha
heeheehee
who says so?
he was a dude
a scandalous dude

what did he do
he did the right thing where did he go
S L O V E N I A? EDINBURGH? C L A R K S F I E L D?
2008
DUEY
a ring
a gold one
very fine
a small bobble on top
a gold band underneath 4th Oct 2008
4th Oct 1939
PARIS
ANGERS
WEST
what were the names of those dudes? NI
passport
bank account
C L A R K S F I E L D was on the edge of a huge mountain N U R I A and J O S E F
SWINDON
the tradition of death
the tradition of a burial an earthing
an old potato
a new potato
SPIN
SPAIN BARCELONA
they pile them on top the maze
the days
of our lives
homing
SITNAV SNACKNAV
shuffle
reaching
remembering
is it behind
is it slightly in front of me one thought
one word
emerge
re-emerge
ALICE
COE
stemming
storing
in us
recalling us
emergent us MADELEINE
the cake

the woman
the delicious buttery
salt
fancy
sea
salty
DIJON
always
polish in the vegetable rack scuffed
rebuffed
sloughed
IAN
pushing
scraping
a line....

 

The Silk Mill | 11th March 2017 | By Kitty

Sally, Kitty & Rach
& lots of robots
a hurly burly
a hiatus
a horror story
a contemplation
to rumination
the state of the nation
the place of the work the context
situation
the ecology of thinking a cabin
a rock
a place
a situational present and presence a plonking
a disruption
an odd fit

a jarring
a miscalculation
the potential for a misdemeanor
the web of it
the thoughts
the richness of the weave provocations
questions
a primary exploration
a practice for the holding space cycling
recycling
structuring
one still lake multiple reflections the chicken the egg
the silent question and the questioner tell
me
the story
ask me again
the place of the verbal
the moving question
the moving questioner and questionee

a-linear time
a-fixable presence
affirming time and place and 2 owls
grey feathered
black marks
4 hooves - not present flightless
fightless
in dusk
one chimney
pot
preying
praying
fascination faint hearting fair falling
an igloo
a booth
a recess
a wigwam
a treehouse a temple
a whirlwind a tempest

nostalgia
building the new
celluloid film versus digital
the quality of that film takes us to a time and/or a place
Kitty dancing publicly
the private comes to the fore still, not static or fixed
crave or value the private
need the private to remain private to be able to be public
a roller
a Rolls Rolls Royce Rose Royce Roxanne green filters green vinyl the first human motion
mark out the space
steadiness
planting deliberately
finding her own track that’s familiar

and temporally it is stretched slightly
rotating gently at axis points
that recall a track that is familiar - not entirely unknown time turns forwards and backwards - at the same time there is an ease
and the mechanics of the room bleed into the activity a split second of genetic identity
comes forward at the end when she is still
and when she is finding the ending happening
fizzing unexpectedly she is her world bow and arrow ready aim fire
there is a determined miniature car whirring close by and somehow, I think the small child who thinks he is radio controlling the car
is actually driving her at times - the radio signals
are crossing sleeping beauty slippery - well oiled traveling along traveling through traveling