Archive for June 2021
Bathing my Father | disability and sensuality
Bathing my Father | disability and sensuality Herbert’s spastic movements begin to soften a bit when the warm water runs down his chest. He sighs, his fingers un-gripping mine. Since he is not speaking, nor standing, eating or walking anymore on his own, a lot of our togetherness is in the non-verbal realm. I do…
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https://tinyletter.com/LDD (you can unsubscribe anytime) Line Death Dance is an ongoing performance and publishing project self-reminding, celebrating and sharing non-linearity and inter-relatedness of its creative processes. Initially the project served to re-group my relationship to dance and performance in the personal, collective and public realms. Desire grew to involve a diversity of mutual voices into a…
Read MoreDark Utterance from a museum bench
it’s been forever since I don’t give a shit since I gave a fuck a perineal in and out it’s been forever since the shame coils close to the shadow of my sacral pump the fear to the back of my throat the anger to the lining of my stomach as if I was fed…
Read MoreVisit with Tom
Tom had to lie down on his kitchen floor in the tiny box apartment- his medicines are wearing off. His body is becoming more immobile by the minute. His mouth and hands are tremoring, his limbs are rigid. He can’t get up. Can’t lie down any longer either. It’s a struggle for survival. The sense…
Read MoreA Ritual – moving through ‘Off and On’, 2004
The dance unfolded for me from a very young age. My father’s Parkinson’s Disease seemed ever present. I don’t remember a time without it. In my childhood, the realization and experience of the emotional challenge of his condition was preceded by an intensely inquisitive period, where symptoms in his body became visible and captured my…
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