My life is often very unpredictably wonderful. I have a strange affliction which causes me to collect moments of poignancy by sheer chance; without allowing time for the full experience to sink in. People, it seems, are the way in which my happy moments manifest themselves. I have a peculiar habit of collecting people as I pass through life and seem to lack an inability to walk away with no effort to bind them to me safely. It's what I like, it's what makes me tick. I find myself entirely blessed by the fact that I do often meet people who blow my mind and affect me in a way which can't be communicated externally. I hold a passion inside of me which is put there by others and their unintentional marks on my heart.
With this in mind, I would like a few words said about recent people experiences.
THE FRENCH MAN: Met in London with a group of friends. The French man had such a super friendly and kind face and an approachable glow, cemented inside a huge floppy smile. I introduced myself and found that the French man, Andreas, was absolutely French and indeed could not speak a word of English. He chose to deposit a pint of beer at my table and smile sweetly. Thanking him, I began the tentative first steps to initiate a conversation in French. By the end of the evening we found ourselves embroiled in an unspoken agreement to communicate in broken words and gestures and by having direct eye contact with lots of expression. Such an oddly intimate experience, it was only in hindsight and with a hangover the following day that I realised what a wonderful experience it had been. I mean, fate introduced me to this wonderful stranger and I experienced a whole catalogue of smiles that night which would never otherwise have been felt. I'll never forget my four hour friend, Andreas...
It's just one example of how life proves it's magnificence at times. I'm hopeful there will be many others!
Thursday, 5 June 2014
Saturday, 24 May 2014
Babycakes (B)
A proposal for a piece of performance art I hope to take to London in a few weeks.
Babycakes (B)
Let me trample on those words which offer my fulfilment, for this little girl knows not which path to take. Princesses do not exist except in some synthetic ideal, which cannot be attained. I replaced my inner princess with the charred embers of the blaze that could have been. Countless hours staring at blank walls have served only to reaffirm that I, so small in stature, will fade into insignificance as a product of my quest for acceptance. I create my own darkness; and yet there bleeds the beacon of light from the chasm inside my chest. When you entwined your fingers into mine and made that unspoken promise, did you blame yourself? No...not in solitude do I flourish; but inside the loneliness I self inflict. Myself, I fear, am the cause.
Babycakes (B) is a piece of solo Live Art incorporating instinctive but restricted movement and body endurance. This piece of work explores society's expectance of partnership and how it projects a personal need to place oneself in successful relationships. This piece of work considers the extent to which we can punish ourselves in order to placate the need for nuclear love.
Babycakes (B)
Let me trample on those words which offer my fulfilment, for this little girl knows not which path to take. Princesses do not exist except in some synthetic ideal, which cannot be attained. I replaced my inner princess with the charred embers of the blaze that could have been. Countless hours staring at blank walls have served only to reaffirm that I, so small in stature, will fade into insignificance as a product of my quest for acceptance. I create my own darkness; and yet there bleeds the beacon of light from the chasm inside my chest. When you entwined your fingers into mine and made that unspoken promise, did you blame yourself? No...not in solitude do I flourish; but inside the loneliness I self inflict. Myself, I fear, am the cause.
Babycakes (B) is a piece of solo Live Art incorporating instinctive but restricted movement and body endurance. This piece of work explores society's expectance of partnership and how it projects a personal need to place oneself in successful relationships. This piece of work considers the extent to which we can punish ourselves in order to placate the need for nuclear love.
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