And so the distillation process goes on. I am hoping that a beautiful jewelled drop will fall from the end of this and we will not have just distilled ourselves out of existance.
The problem with ideas is that they grow and grow and get out of hand, or take funny and unexpected turns, and lead you up false alleyways or into dead ends. Knowing this is not helpful. So when faced with a good idea that could literally go anywhere, what do you do?
When it is a collaboration and there are two, does it mean that this problem is halved or doubled? or just some other funny equation with lots of strange squiggles.
My thoughts have turned to creating a FIGHT PATH. Documentation of such a thing in the form of a giant map created by the performance itself. Thus the history of the event is recorded in an oversized and impractical atlas. But essentially a
work on paper.
In my experience ‘works on paper’ are worth more than works in cloth by about a thousand fold.
So we have provisionally decided to become ambassadors of the parts. One of wounds the other of the fallen debris. The resultant map will be a record of a battle and hold the status of an official historical document.
We have realised that the shape of the cut will affect the shape of the record, creating it’s consistency and make-up.
Above all is this still a question of fighting for the body? A fight between inner vulnerability and outer threats with the thinnest dividing line.
