Brokeness and fearlessness

I cannot not know this anymore.
Pina Bausch has broken me.
Even with her eyes closed, with my eyes closed, I can't stop looking, searching, stumbling.

I'm grateful that I hadnt seen Cafe Muller before I did this experimental piece. I may have felt less lost had I known of Pina beforehand, and being lost was the most necessary and exciting part about doing this performance. In it I am remembering a drawing whilst re-drawing it onto the ground using sticks, with my eyes closed. My contribution to this performance isn't that 'good' or resolved, but it is a beginning, a sketch perhaps for walking into somewhere else. I see it as an extension of my drawing practice, in which I draw without looking at the page. But unlike the majority of my drawings, which I make as a way of looking and thinking, which are actions that need to be made before the 'real' work can be made and which shamefully pile up in the studio, this experimental performance is getting closer to bridging the gap between my privae studio drawings and the public ephermal installations and performances . As with most of my creative shuffling, it looks pretty straight forward, but behind the scenes where long conversations in which Nuno prodded me, gentle coaxed me, unsuccessfully persuaded me, belligerent nudged me, challenged me and encouraged me until just a few hours before the performance I surrendered, and walked all the way out there, into this...

Nuno Rebelos Swingstones

Nuno Rebelo's 'Swingstones'. Sound sculptures created for I-Park Environmental Art Biennale.

Sad flags in new york

Artworks part 3

Sylvie and Miruielle's holding trees up installation

Nuno's swinging pendulum stone sound sculptures

There are also a few other sound peices and videos which I haven't had the chance to record.

Art works part 2

Mary's palliative care for dying trees performance

Ward's kinetic word sculpture

Noa's dance piece on the dock.

Paul and Jillian's circle in the lillie pads

The art work

Pedro's Cyclone and weather vane.

Misa's floating island of moss and her mound of dead pine needles that breaths and moves as if its alive

Kim's spider webs in the swamp, spun from cling wrap

Working through the work part 3

Quite a few days this week I have had to surrender to nature, first there were days of rain and a new population of mosquitos to work amongst. Then a wind picked up and I would find myself hanging onto a leaf while cutting it, only to find out that the leaf was no longer hanging onto the tree. And then there was the day when I was walking out to my tree and from a distance I noticed the change of colour from greenest green into autumnal hues. Fall is here and the leaves are falling.

But every day is a day of joy, to stand in my try and create something new.