Dance with Twigs

Below is  documentation on 5 minutes piece that I created and danced in Fall class of 2019 (part of the 'Space, Place, & Time' course with Peter Lichtenfels) 

#1

 

I am holding a bundle of twigs; there are about 20 of them. I picked up these twigs outside; they were lying everywhere under the trees. They are all the same size, almost identical but also different; none of these twigs repeat themselves. I hold them as I own a specific amount of time, which holds a story from my recent past. Is it possible to stretch backward, resurrecting memories that were recorded in my body? I plan to write them in the space with my dancing body. The past will suck me in for 5 minutes, no more and no less, and these 5 minutes could be an eternity. How differently could be constructed these 5 minutes of memories? I am ready to start my story: 

I place the twigs one by one on the floor, simultaneously saying Khlebnikov’s verses while moving away with the repetitive rhythmical pace:

 

The stream of time…….On stone dreams…..The rush of streams …….On time’s stones…

 

Until I met the wall, the wall is my usual partner; this is my liminal space. Drawing patterns after pattern, I love this feeling of exhausted monotonous repetitions. Slow-moving from one side to another sentence-like and then returning with laughing into the wall…

#2

 

Holding a bundle of twigs, about 20 of them

 

Picking up these twigs from the ground under the trees

 

They are the same size, almost identical, none of these twigs repeat themselves and yet each of the twigs in some way repeat themselves 

 

Holding them as a specific amount of time 

 

Time which holds a story from recent past. 

 

Is it possible to stretch the time backwards, resurrecting memories which were recorded in the body? 

 

Planning  to write them in the space

 

The past sucked up the 5 minutes— 5 minutes of eternity

 

How differently  could they be constructed these 5 minutes of memories—one of the versions of memory editing 

 

Ready to tell the story 

 

Putting twigs one by one on the floor simultaneously saying Khlebnikov’s verses 

 

Moving away with these rhythmically repeated 4 lines :

 

“The stream of time On stone dreams, The rush of streams On time’s stones …. The stream of time On stone dreams, The rush of streams On time’s stones ….. The stream of time On stone dreams, The rush of streams On time’s stones …..The stream of time On stone dreams, The rush of streams On time’s stones …….._________________________________________________”

 

 

Until meeting the wall

 

The wall is a partner and liminal space

 

Drawing pattern after pattern

 

Loving this feeling of exhausted, monotonous, and yet different repetitions

 

Slowly moving from one side to another—sentence-like(sentencing)—and then laughing back into the wall …