16th March
on Monday we had rehearsal as usual amidst the uncertainty, and decided to go ahead with our test showing as planned, knowing that the chance of us performing in May was slim. we started organising and editing the material we had, putting it together.
17th March
on Tuesday there was an email at noon that all rehearsals would be cancelled with immediate effect. Yi found out she had to head back to Singapore as they were trying to recall all overseas students. we ran around AMATA begging the tech staff for some minimal lighting to support our showing tomorrow.
18th March
the building would close at 5pm today so we pushed our showing forward by an hour, and made it out narrowly at 4:55pm. Ruth (lecturer) remarked beautifully on the resistant nature of dancers. tears.
In exploring how we love and are loved; how we encounter and are encountered, we reflect upon, re-construct and experience these relationships ourselves. In doing so, concept and process and performance and real life fold over, onto, and into each other, spinning alternate reality into existence.
On time and space...
on this canvas
we re-configure
re-begin our
gathering, allow awakenings
to appear
from the depths of digital
condensation.
I seem to be
consistently
beginning, never ending
a series of
threads with tails unsewn,
matted.
Its mesh intimidates
my comforted
soul,
sends my thoughts
backwards
through
and
out
I
lose
track,
switch
threads.
I’m
now
whirring rather
than whirling.
A simple
sticky
keyboard mistake.
I begin again, this time
with confidence.
a frantic
uncertainty
–should I reflect?
I hear cars there's a
fly on the wall.
Distracted, I lose my
thread and
wonder into others.
I paint rhythms, their
drags and edges. The
cursor blinks, demanding
trace, goading.
Its persistent
rhythm,
1-2-1-2
I drag the 1
edge the 2
1— 2- 1— 2-
time sickles
towards the 1
space expands
Beginnings fall to the end