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From BODY, SPACE, IMAGE: notes towards improvisation and performance:
YAWNING
LET THE SOFT PALATE OPEN UPWARDS
INTO THE DOME OF THE HEAD
LET THE YAWNS OPEN THE INTERIOR SPACES OF THE BODY
THE BREATH IS THE MEANS BY WHICH THE INSIDE OF THE BODY KNOWS THE OUTSIDE
LET THE AIR SUPPORT YOU LIKE WATER
LET THE BREATH TRAVEL DOWN
OPENING THE GATEWAYS
OF SHOULDERS
ELBOWS
WRISTS
KNEES
ANKLES
LET THE BREATH FILL YOU TO YOUR FULL SIZE
ON THE OUT BREATH
LET GO
OF TIREDNESS
PAIN
WAITING
LET THE BREATH GIVE THE BODY
T I M E
YAWNING LENGTHENING STRETCHING FOLDING ROLLING
EACH BREATH A DIFFERENT STORY
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Samuel Palmer, Self-portrait (?1828)
I love this painting because his distracted gaze appears vaguely defiant, resigned, lonely even. The sadness is quiet but simultaneously confrontational. It's fascinating and super-poignant. It's also interesting that it evokes similar feelings one might get from a Francis Bacon or a Jenny Saville portrait, as if Palmer's sensibilities were reborn in new forms of style and technique. I love art that is sad.
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My grandparents' celebrated their 60th anniversary today. When I'm 80, will I be surrounded with people I love, and who love me? How will my world look like through lenses tinted slightly rosier by cataracts and presbyopia, wisdom and experience, knowledge and heartache? I hate speaking in future tense.
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