After Thoughts, Before Noon

Having not commented for a week, it was good to catch up with the new postings from this weekend and feel the intensity of our investigations...working out the logistics, listening and receiving, touching base with the week's happenings and feeling our hearts touching as well, as we circled up to share in the soup of our sea and space. Last night I couldn't sleep thinking about what I would like to explore this week in the gallery/studio. Traces of our sharings from the week filtered back into my recollection and I was reinvigorated, thrilled, surprised and inspired by all that has already transpired...covering the space completely in white, pulling out everything in the room that's white and placing it in the space; covering the floor in white cloth, plastic, paper, tables, like giving the room a "whitewash"! Taking out "the heart of the floor", by removing the center 8 floor tile/squares and descending into the well of exposed concrete below, to pound out intricate rhythms with shoes and bare feet; casting light and shadows on the walls; in duet, shadow, light, darkness and ancient Mayan myths burn their images through the dreamtime of choreography and art play. Clothes tossed off and bare skin imprinting the floor, lapping up the textured grid that marks the floor, from slick sweat steaming off bodies; "in the moment" shifts, down river skating and fishing for the "fruit of the sea and space". Measured ropes wrapped and tied to heart strings and running limbs repeatedly circling the square room; hands, hips, bellies and breats pressing against and pushing back from the walls and floor, while harlequin-themed curtains demarcate the separation of time and space between the urban cacophony of sirens, wheels of cars and trucks churning, passers-by passing, from the silent order that throbs on the other side of that curtained window, "practicing" each day how to roam and play.

Yesterday I bought some colored sand, ribbons, feathers and stones to play with. I find myself wanting to design and craft objects, representations of my journey and explorations this month. I want to leave landmarks and chart maps...or is it just following the impulse to make and do something, while at the same time not being attached to the idea that I have to make or do something in order for it to have value? But why struggle, I ask myself? Just enjoy this interplay of disciplines and ways of knowing. My body is the medium and the actualizer, so there's no need to alienate myself. The promise of a new week approaches and some collaboration is also anticipated. Cheryl