Border : Crossing

At first we just look.   dense matting of human figures piled up motor vehicles abstracted body parts scattered words on a barbed wire fence the sweat of my bones breaking out                                            of my ribs my head a maze                   of jumbled trash tangled                                               misused                     distorted Then I know we have to … Continue reading Border : Crossing

Border : Crossing

[Notes from a Drawn to the Page workshop at The Towner Gallery, Eastbourne, on my first encounter with Sweatopia (The Cry of the Gland II) by Jitish Kallat, 2010] dense matting of human piled up motor vehicles abstracted body parts scattered words on a barbed wire fence the sweat of my bones breaking out                                                       of my … Continue reading Border : Crossing

Lines

Wrapped in music, eyes closed then wide open, Mi casts shapes and shadows on the walls of the barn. She’s immersed in herself and this moment; the moon above and the circle of revellers; she’s never felt so alive, so real and so free. The changing beats and pulsing rhythms move her muscles, blood and bones from deep within. She’s open, swirling, reaching for the stars, then crouching, curling, stalking on all fours. So alive. She feels her heart and soul beating, breathing, being.