Portrait with objects #1
I was 17 when my literature teacher brought this idea in our class: To fill the cup, and empty it. To just do it. To watch it being filled and then emptied - that as a daily ritual, first thing in the morning. It clicked. I understood something there. It made sense, yet I couldn't convey it in words. I shared the idea with some poeple. They said it was pointless.I still thought about it. And I think about it now... Ps. Some performances simply don't end, because your SD card runs out off space. Oh well.
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welcome
my wide feet welcome my strong calves welcome the dark long hair on my thighs welcome my supple bottom with stretchmarks like white lightnings welcome the fair and overgrown vagina which once let out a child and tore and healed welcome the rainforests on a gateway to heaven welcome my long belly with round deep naval which doesn't like to be penetrated it's like something would break into me and leave me bleeding welcome my hipbones trusty dancy bone hills welcome the space below the breasts welcome my wide long back welcome the armpit valleys bushy and all welcome my slender arms pointy elbows outstanding veins on the forearms welcome the hands of a maker long fingers with short fingernails dry skin comfort in the palms put together as i welcome you welcome my long thin neck round breasts with small tight nipples now back to the regular size after the four years of breastfeeding welcome my green blue eyes black eyebrows straight nose with a shine and lips that love to stay silent as much as they love to talk welcome my long brown hair their softness their smell welcome yourself in me how do you see yourself? welcome... There's winter outside, and definitely winter inside me. Sitting inside yourself is at times challenging... What the pain is actually calling for is to accept the darkness. Recently my body has been giving me all sort of signals and I realised I am only beginning to act upon them once they get really strong. I figured I wish to do it differently.. to attune myself to subtle messages of the body and honour my intuition more. Much more. Because in truth - the body always knows. I began to film a body movement series, which is a tribute to this personal healing that I'm going through. When the body asks, what do you do? I dance. |
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