Movement, motion, the body in space, time, temporary, passing through and outward
Measure the mark, Before and after,
The space between, space travel, walk around, walk among, take your shoes
Marks on the wall, write letters on the floor, measure the distance, traces the light, play, repeat, a migratory cycle,
Eliminating, suspended, blure
Archive of information
Felling of movement towards, sublime feeling, before and after, point of measure, loose measure
Mark manifest its existence
Drifting about painting layers, Opening, calm.
What it feels is in the movement, Before and after
It’s a Recording act.
Keep in mind to keep it open.
Chalk line Feeling
Contrast, embrace, let go
The floor is stained with two sides of the story
Two places in sync.
Width, height, weight, colour, shape, density, presence, fluidity, ambivalence, uncertainty, singling, shining, dimming, deepening.
Knowing Like a river
I'm always thinking about my feet
I'm holding different things in different parts of my body.
The distance between the doors
Weaving red flag,
It's time to pull out
Circling lost, different timings, shuttering, following
I am the sum of my experiences.
Sorting out , what am I doing?
Body shape sensuous, fragmenting, listening, consuming, anchor, anchors of power
Seeing without looking.
Breath and wind, shallow pond.
Yellow Harmonics, directions
Dessert lines, channeling yellow from inner and outer space.
Notate the movement light.
Let it open.
My wearing Blue
My feet is well rooted in the existential field. My body inscribing, transcending
A falling out.
Eros and thanatos
To bring up
To cave in
The spectacle of line-making
Let the doodles to be heard.
You’re waiting for everything to happen at once.
My body is
Call in the spirits.
My body is a material, some sort of substance, red earth.
Let it be present, let the time
The self saying let it be
Let it be quick or slow
let it touch and move
You can’t escape the way things are for you but you clearly see them as a child’s blanket.
My memories tell me, Mute it
You are song
A tree, a swan
A false calm
make sense durable
There are no rays of sunshine
Does it matter if my hands are longer than yours?
Aren't they all wish to reach?
Tribes, lines, borders, refugees, entanglements
The space between
Brush and take away the dust from the board
Carve out, etch the edge
Turn the chairs upside down, trace the edge of the chair, dance with the chair, play a screen.
There in space over the canvas the sound of chalk
I am vulnerable
Like beach sand
I am black with sin,
There are swallows of new thoughts
but I’m comely with virtue.
A cascade of invisible colour
A grace in the sadness.
It ends in my body.
If I could just encapsulate my whole being into one single gesture.
Grass and crack dividing lines, flags float, in curls above your body
I don’t have any more words
There is a lifting up of bones
Words we didn’t use:
That’s it, that's all I have
How come i have more?