In the past several months, I have been interested in remembering. AS a way to track. A way to integrate. A way to relate past to present to future. As a way to sustain. A way to understand better where we are headed. A way to undo the forgetting. As a way to undo the assumptions of what we think we skipped.
I’ve tried it when I’ve taught. I’ve tried it in my family discussions. And most recently, I’ve tired it in my rehearsal process. Here is what we moved to last week. And here is what was remembered.
Gwen and I began back in September. In a studio. With Hugh, and his sound, and his thoughts, OF Becoming. And so we began. We moved in linear pathways, bending at our joints. The trying to bend at the middle of our limbs. Rigid linear pathways, trying to bend in the middle, of our bones….
….We tried projecting out of the floor. Carving out the vertical. Trying to find a wall in the floor. Trying to project horizontally in the vertical…..
….We merged with the wall. pushing into it. folding ourselves into it. Becoming the wall. The inanimate vertical surface. Grew in terrain. the Surface area expanded three-fold. As we became the wall. WE were the support. We were the wall.
….We learned a phrase. And, repeated it and repeated it and repeated it. Until it was something else. Something unlike the beginning. But we still remembered.
….We told each other what to do. We gave each other direction. We imposed power. To do or to ignore. We felt freedom within the structure.
THEN the others joined. LA and Jo, Kyle and musicians. The terrain shifted. Ideas multiplied. The collaboration thickened. We moved back and forth between knowing and not knowing. And knowing and not knowing. Along the way, we found new ways to begin.
…diving in the muck, and becoming a body
…imagining Hugh’s sound as a wet blanket, and us creating terrain into the sound
…we swarmed like birds
…we held tight to ankles and wrists. we stopped moving. we paused.
…we stretched between death and life. the vertical and the horizontal.
…we sewed our bodies to the earth. then stretched away.
…we created a new animal. we entered each other’s skin, and created a new animal.
…we carved out the mud. to bury ourselves in it, and layer it into our pores. to gather the mud, drape it around us, and pull the earth with us to the other side.
And finally, WE RETURNED. to our bones. noticing the length. noticing their linear pathway. noticing their non-bend. so we imagined another way. we imagined taking them out of our bodies, and replacing them with another bone. from another part. our jaw bone at our knee. our sternum at our armpit. we remembered. and we recalled.
AND we REPLACED. with something new. We threw and we caught. We rolled into each other so that both would fall together. We grabbed the tongue that spoke. And we fell out of the light. We spoke softly to each other, yet loudly to ourselves.
And NOW, we are spent. We know so much more, yet only the surface. And we are spent. We are new, and damaged, and complete, and incomplete, and new. And we are alive. And we are spent….
We invite you to witness The Pain of Becoming. Together. With us.