I don’t want to drive a car, i want to be a car
I am looking for cliffs that make me wonder with my mouth wide open. Jumping and running- if this is what i want- is it what i do?
For this i go swimming, keeping the body in motion while i think. Until my thoughts flow in the same rhythm. The bodies of words dissolving like effervescent tablets in the water and leaving traces of strong feelings, of visions that i can locate in the space and in my body.
For this i start something from zero. I am going to flamenco classes. To almost stumble over my own feet. The cliff in between my legs that appears when i start thinking about the rhythm. I jump. I am thinking of fireworks, of buildings breaking down, of the past, how i want to be a car instead of driving one. How i never want to stop, how there might be no endings and no beginnings. Will the „how“ become a „what“ if there is no „what“ but only a „how“?
And I am not alone in this. I am interested in treating the space as a partner, the space as a body with a pulse. I am interested in the presence of the space, the space in between us, in a practice of counting, in the moments when this invisible pulsation takes over. This will be an attempt to open my process to an audience and to start a dialogue.