La Biblioteca de la Danza
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but what, or who determines, that it is, indeed,
thoughts hailing,
deaf sounds on the surface
of my conscious being, yet i’m shrinking
under the downpour, the silent chatter
wondering, pondering questions,
like ink sinking slowly,
unnoticeably form scripts of what is
or agreed and believed to be
photographic work
poem
BACK2BASIX | London
BACK2BASIX | Blindspots
video work
BACK2BASIX | Close Up
poem
BACK2BASIX | London
thoughts hailing,
deaf sounds on the surface
of my conscious being, yet i’m shrinking
under the downpour, the silent chatter
wondering, pondering questions,
like ink sinking slowly,
unnoticeably form scripts of what is
or agreed and believed to be
frozen or heated perceptions;
hopeful glances turn,
seeking, they look,
yet often, every detail they see ahead or behind
stares as previously, one-sightedly, wide-knowingly
expected
accepted
approved
seen
heard of
familiar
normal
fact-checked
* * *
scents
silent clues, good old blues
and the most unbelievable memories
shake it up,
wake the wandering mind's sight
making sense of my senses,
for they wouldn’t clear the picture, the frame,
the why, how, the when;
maybe, possibly, to what extent...?
...will i fall for the shadows
...will i bypass the now?
now; i am glancing, hearing, sensing,
believing what not to believe
who says what, what says who
it is a constant game of paradox
i am moving in the shadows
i am dancing in the now
photographic work
BACK2BASIX | Blindspots
But what, or who determines, that it is, indeed,
an illusion?
in-sight
Trick or truth?
In-sight, out of sight.
Expected, re-interpreted. Prison, opportunity, stretch. Trick, truth, game. My angle, your angle, our angle. Upside, down. I am, I'm not. Right, wrong, maybe. True, false, optional. Choice, trick, truth.
Perspectiveness
The power is in the details, is it?
Do I hang ? Do I let loose? The rush, downpour, I'm in, all in, head over heels, and I cannot find it. Limbs and limbos color me, confused. I step inside. Surprise me.
Stick my hand out to you... for you. For me. For who? I reach out, out to take it all in. I step out and I'm out. I'm here, all in. I clear my head; it's out of the picture, so I can see.
LEAN ON, UPwards
LIE DOWN
IMAGINE
SLOW DOWN
Listen up
DREAM ON
FEET UP
INSIDE THE CREATIVE PROCESS!
FORWARD
OR
BACKWARDS?
Walking around in circles. Downwards escalators. Rush hour. Doing, doing, doing, and doing more. Slow down. Contentment. I'm anxious. Why? Breathe. Stretch. Keep moving. Keep still. Movement. Pause. Rhythm. Start over. Start over. Un-do. Do it again. Try new. Try again. Try again. Try again, and yet, again. Run. Don't waste time. Slow down. No rush. Time out. Just a few seconds. Next time. Now, the time is now.
Hold-ups, delay, suspense
The movement in stillness.
The preparation, the build-up, the down before the up. The cue, the listening, the pause. Intention. A feed of direction. Flow.
WHAT'S ON
PRESS PAUSE, DISCOVER, PRESS PLAY
out of focus
Everybody go! Inside the box.
coming soon
Stir up!
A reaching hand that nudges. An open invitation to dance.
Hesitation, opposition, connection. All together, all at once, they meet. A projection of decisions, intentions crafting motion, they negotiate direction, stand in partnership or alienation, but never unaware of each other.
The beginning of a composition.
Thread!
Moving with strangers, they become allies, silently conversing to conquer the space.
Music comes to partner up, filters through, drives feet, limbs up and down, side by side, swinging to grow into the groove of the group, creating pathways, intertwined and independent, never lost and never alone.
And the beat goes on.
Stick together!
Chronicle of a duet.
Losing yourself in the reels of the steps of another, being in the moment when art is created; open, curious, unambiguously presenting choices of your own for the other to lay on and step in to play. An endless cycle of a game.
A conversation. A live co-creation.
Motion-ness
Is there a master strategy? Is movement the work of one or many?
