dancing the process: sense and meaning

by elena gianotti

PartONE Erosion

I wait
I wait for the skin to drop, as if standing and resisting this time could force me to start from the beginning.
I crunch these sensible words: I wait. I am stubborn to start from the beginning. I wait like a bull.
I wait for the beginning of my presence.
I echo: Presence, the core capacity to access the field of future.

When the beginning comes it comes, if it comes.
I don’t avoid form. My human form. Unless I evaporate.
I carry my concepts without formalism. It is political, political movement.

I cut elements. I resist from Phenomena that repeat and yet work only with those Contralateral decontructivism
I notice how my aesthetics is bound to my bones when whatever it comes it comes, if it comes
I echo: great ideas hide in the strangest places…
I open my ‘Minutio ad Chartam’ thinking process:
One- I see the space
Two- I imagine some movement
Three- I empower myself
Four- I reduce the previous 3 to oblivion… I dance the oblivion
My reductionism is then from small to big, from big to clash

Discrimination
There is no meaningful place on an empty stage
In the church people are around. I cannot use my egocentric casualty of the empty stage
I know this church. I know this church
I echo again, great ideas hide in the strangest places
There is no space to hide on an empty stage
Whatever I dance I dance, if I dance

I choose a point of resolution, I finish the movement, I don’t deviate and I crash
Contralateral disappointment
No one movement resolves in another movement. I ACT BADLY
No language. No phrasing. I insist on functioning. I INSIST

Michael echoes: we wish people to dream with an open mind

Finally I replace my bones with my dreams
Finally I don’t connect anything to anything
I echo: I wish to dream with an open mind

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