Clare's words
Witness
Tree hanger
Spine-ed
Wrist veins taut
Float
Arm held
Float
Squat magpie leaf
Shoulder held
Sound wave plane
Up
Crack line stick
Phantom limb
Limbs get thinner
Lines
Slowly row
Sweep
Extended arm
Raises body
Like mud
Folk dance circle
Tree-bodied
Dig in drag in
Dig
Squat
Walk on hip shuffle
Solemn
Leaf to wrist to elbow
Travel in dough
Body smoothing
Into movement
Each part strongly attached
And moving out
Point shirk shake
Swirl animal
Crawl
Find forest
Another thin tree
To hold me
Four legged
Dig scrawl
Give over
Fluid roll to hole
Disappear
Head into it
Bodied in earth
Tree circle
Holds in symmetry
Underground
Around
Up
Rise up
Another branch
Rise
Cross rafting
Home going
Stick leaving
Bee's words
With ‘shadows’ as my lens
I
Merged myself with Maple, enjoyed a
Mapletail
Laid myself on a mossy bough in the woods
caught sight of a leg behind
didn’t see it as belonging to me.
Witnessed two movers seeing one being
with the immateriality of things
the other as being
with the things themselves
Sophia's words
"colours are the children of light and shadow”
A quote by Prapto I have been working with.
There is so much colour in shade
shadows not only give depth to a landscape, but also contrast.
Going in the shadow of two inhabited rabbit holes,
Measuring my bodies shapes to trees and there shadows
Disappearing shadows in clouds covering the light, blending all into shades of grey tinted couloirs.
When the light hits an object, a tree or plant there is often a small shadow on the very bottom.
Bee's words
With ‘shadows’ as my lens
I
Merged myself with Maple, enjoyed a
Mapletail
Laid myself on a mossy bough in the woods
caught sight of a leg behind
didn’t see it as belonging to me.
Witnessed two movers seeing one being
with the immateriality of things
the other as being
with the things themselves
Sophia's words
"colours are the children of light and shadow”
A quote by Prapto I have been working with.
There is so much colour in shade
shadows not only give depth to a landscape, but also contrast.
Going in the shadow of two inhabited rabbit holes,
Measuring my bodies shapes to trees and there shadows
Disappearing shadows in clouds covering the light, blending all into shades of grey tinted couloirs.
When the light hits an object, a tree or plant there is often a small shadow on the very bottom.