Spasmotive 12

My world moves.

I climb mountains.

Run between trees.

Sink in wet sand.

Fly with wind,

Air pushes away,

Dead cells, in my brain.

Spasmotive 11 Big day

With everyone in the space for this session, Franca, Stef, Mark, Dianne and myself - we were able to make some excellent shifts in the development stages, how things could look, move, happen, sound, timed and so on...  I move on paper, a body spasm i like, as it squeezes the texture of feeling against my face as it draws a new line ahead....

 We moved to another location for the afternoon session at Kindred Studios, to work with Stef on some visual art designing and "doing" some threads... it reminds me of repetitious movements of my early years and my eagerness to make my fingers move in and out of holes in fabric - the joys blended with frustrations to make things go, no matter what...