From Weft to Wight!

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My good self performing in durational Live Art / Dance work ‘The Last Knit’, by Annika Kompart. Image: Natalia Iwaniec

“In weaving, the weft is the term for the thread or yarn which is drawn through the warp yarns to create cloth. Warp is the lengthwise or longitudinal thread in a roll, while weft is the transverse thread. The weft is a thread or yarn usually made of spun fibre. The original fibres used were wool, flax or cotton.

Hand looms were the original weaver’s tool, with the shuttle being threaded through alternately raised warps by hand. Inventions during the 18th century spurred the Industrial Revolution, with the “picking stick” and the “flying shuttle” (John Kay, 1733) speeding up production of cloth. The power loom patented by Edmund Cartwright in 1785 allowed sixty picks per minute.

A useful way of remembering which is warp and which is weft is: ‘one of them goes from weft to wight’.” (Extracts from Wikipeda)

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Image and Textile Installation in Detail: Katy Devereux

Local Textile Artist Katy Devereux, Vocal Artist Georgie Buchanan and myself are soon to embark upon Warp+Weft: a multidisciplinary journey through Textiles, Dance and Sound! We doubt it will go from weft to wight as planned, since creative journeys never do stick to a straight path, but nevertheless, we’re very excited about where it might wander. (Just watch out for the ‘shoddy’*, we don’t want anything getting stuck in that pipe!)

To begin, here’s our 100 word extravaganza of a description for the lovely folk at The Arts Council:

Warp+Weft is a two month interdisciplinary collaborative Arts project, interweaving the skills and experiences of local women in Art and Industry to create a multi-layered journey encompassing Textiles, Dance and Sound. Through a series of workshops with a group of local ex-Mill working women aged 55+ the project will engage with Calderdale’s rich Textile heritage to explore wider themes of womanhood, work and industry. It will culminate in a residency followed by a Live Event and Installation reinterpreting local heritage though experimental art and sound, taking place at the 1830 Gallery at The Artworks during Heritage Open Weekend. The project will be documented through a diverse range of media, including blog, film & photography.

Since there’s no word count on this blog, I’ll begin at the beginning. Three ’emerging’ artists (that’s what they call us!), sat in a room. Look out at hillside and mills. Consider collaboration. Put heads together. Goes a little something like this…

Apparently, landscapes remind a person of who he or she is. In the belief that we can only begin where we are, we asked; what about the Mills that are written across our local landscape? Such man-made industrial environments and machinery were at the forefront of a revolution which changed the way human beings lived and worked forever, not only in our local region, but across the world. What of the women who worked in them in years gone by; our families, our ancestors, our sisters across time? We make Art, they made Industry. What’s the connection between past and present, people and place, art and industry? How can we explore those loosely bound threads and weave it all together anew?

Through a process of excavating the stories of a group of local women, combined with construction, occasional deconstruction, and live performance, this collaborative project aims to re-envisage and re-animate The Artworks’ 1830 Gallery, formerly Shaw Lodge Mills (one of the longest running Textile Mills in the local area, owned by the Holdsworth Family, it remained open until as late as 2008).

The Artworks; left, exterior of the building, right, interior of the 1830 Gallery

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Things Fall Apart, Exhibition by Katy Devereux, 2010

Based in an understanding of the often under-appreciated embodied intelligence present in all kinds of physical work, the project will explore the experiences of a group of women who worked in Calderdale’s Textile Industry. We want to listen to their stories and experiences, and yup, you guessed it, interweave these with our arty shenanigans!

Perhaps we’ve been reading too much Studs Terkel (author of bestseller ‘Working: People talk about what they do all day and how they feel about it’. Check it out, it’s fascinating and we highly recommend), but we want this project to offer a space for the re-interpretation of the humanity and poetry of the Mill worker in texture, sound and motion, as remembered and lived through the body by local ex-Mill workers.

We want to explore the relationship between man (or woman, in this case) and machine. Between community, industry, transience and transformation. Between three art-forms traditionally associated with the feminine, and the inner workings of the factory floor in the once great Textile Industry of our local area.

Once upon a time in the days of old, workers kept time by song. When the industrial revolution arrived, mechanical time took over and workers would lipread over the sound of heavy machinery. Repetitious and laborious tasks were not universally hated, although they were by some (we have already gathered many a tale of health & safety nightmare, accidents and incidents occurring none too infrequently at times); yet several women have already spoken to us about their enjoyment of this work, of being ‘tomboys’, of it’s smells and sounds.

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Vocal Artist Georgie Buchanan making magical sounds with a ragtag of instruments and her exquisite voice in an attic somewhere. Sneaky peek of her tones on the link below:

One woman who worked in the Mills in latter years even has a theory that certain classic Northern Soul dance moves originated in the movements made by Mill workers! We wonder, can we as live human performers become an art machine of sorts, a human choir choreographed, with machinery all mingled in with the found sounds and noises made possible by the next step in the industrial revolution – electricity! For this, electronic musician and multi-instrumentalist Anthony Smith, who produces under the name ‘Ruma Gilah’ (Malaysian for ‘Madhouse’), will join us.

We’re not sure what it will look or sound like, because there’s still so many stories to hear and experiences to encounter, but we hope you enjoy following us, from weft to wight or wherever we go.

Too rarely is the honest work of local people in industry honoured. So many things these days are boxed up and prettified, dissociated from where they came from, and much gets lost in the process. This project is a chance to tell some stories differently: it won’t be the same, because everything changes, but it will be a little bit of a lot of things, all woven together again.

I’ll leave you with a little dance I did a while ago. Complete with the dulcet tones of our very own Yorkshire born David Thomas Broughton, on forgetting where you come from and returning, along with some words of wisdom on the value of movement by the legendary Dance Artist Steve Paxton.

 

*A local lady we met at an art group told us about ‘shoddy’ getting stuck up the pipes where she worked. Here’s the Wikipedia definition: “Recycled or remanufactured wool. Historically generated from loosely woven materials. Benjamin Law invented shoddy and mungo, as such, in England in 1813. He was the first to organise, on a larger scale, the activity of taking old clothes and grinding them down into a fibrous state that could be re-spun into yarn. The shoddy industry was centred on the towns of Batley, Morley, Dewsbury and Ossett in West Yorkshire, and concentrated on the recovery of wool from rags. The importance of the industry can be gauged by the fact that even in 1860 the town of Batley was producing over 7000 tonnes of shoddy. At the time there were 80 firms employing a total of 550 people sorting the rags. These were then sold to shoddy manufacturers of which there were about 130 in the West Riding. Shoddy is inferior to the original wool; “shoddy” has come to mean “of poor quality” in general (not related to clothing), and the original meaning is largely obsolete”. (Source: Wikipedia)

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Dancing Precarity: An Open Letter A Spam A Resistance

I just got this and it’s excellent!!

“Dear community & beyond,
This is,
A spam A letter A resistance A performance,
In dancing & despair & destitution,
To whom it regards, in solidarity.
Don’t be wary, I am not a fraudulent spam.
No money, no cheques, no hacking of bodily software.
Here is an Open Letter as video letter attached.
Youtube: 

I appreciate your listening.
Thanks in advance.
From Anonymous Artist in London”

Creative Visions 09: The Art Party – FILM SCREENING | home

I’m now working  part-time for a network for the Creative and Digital Industries in my area called Creative Calderdale. Here’s a copy of the first article I wrote for the website about an event we’re organizing in February. I’ll post summat about the rest of my recent shenanigans when I get a mo. For now, peruse this at your pleasure…

Creative Visions 09: Art Party – FILM SCREENING

Creative Calderdale is delighted to announce a screening of the unique and provocative Art Party at 6pm on Thursday February 4th at The Elsie Whiteley Centre. The film is the latest in a series of cutting-edge collaborations between artist Bob and Roberta Smith, and filmmaker Tim Newton. Part documentary, part punk-road movie and part political fantasy, Art Party charts the journey to the 2013 Art Party Conference, where Bob and Roberta Smith and other speakers championed the importance of art, its place in the education system, and in society in general. The screening, made possible courtesy of HOME Artist Film, will also be followed by a panel discussion led by regional arts and education professionals. Book your ticket for Creative Visions 09: Art Party here.

Presumably, Bob and Roberta Smith’s dual-personality moniker is inspired by his sister – who happens to be a psychiatric nurse who goes by the name of Roberta. This choice of name implicitly suggests a creativity which is inseparable from more overtly pragmatic social issues, and indicates the boundary breaking nature of Smith’s work. Smith clearly has a preoccupation with using art as a tool to create positive social change, and is also interested in notions of amateurism and failure.

Smith is primarily known for his ‘slogan art’, a practice which involves the daubing of a few choice words in brightly coloured lettering on banners or discarded boards of wood. These slogans are usually humorous, irreverent, politically-charged musings which often support his activist campaigns, such as the 2002 amnesty on bad art at Pierogi Gallery, New York. This approach has ensured that Smith is an artist who is respected, but perhaps not wholly accepted by the mainstream ‘high art’ world, and we might safely imagine that this is a position Bob and Roberta would approve of!

Nevertheless, Smith has exhibited worldwide and has also been the curator of several public art projects, such as Art U Need and Peace Camp. Back in 2011 Bob and Roberta made waves with Letter to Michael Gove, the oversized painted-word response to the former Education Secretary’s proposed eradication of art from the British school syllabus. This was the work from which the 2013 Art Party Conference evolved.

Held in Scarborough and supported by The Art Fund (the national charity for art), The Art Party offered an opportunity for a diverse range of artists and organisations to discuss and celebrate the importance of art. The National Society for Education in Art & Design launched their alternative curriculum at the conference, and a range of film screenings, interviews, debates, discussions and workshops were held. In true Bob and Roberta style, this was accompanied by banners, readings, performances, artworks, calls for action, and a touch of humour and mischief. As night fell the ‘party’ was put into Art Party by an array of live bands and DJ sets.

Throughout both preparations and conference, filmmaker Tim Newton was on hand to capture the various ‘happenings’. The resultant film contains an unusual blend of performance, interviews and imagined scenes; it is a genre-bending creation portraying a slightly surreal journey to and through the Art Party Conference. We’re looking forward to a very inspiring screening, alongside a lively and enlightening discussion about the place of art in both education and wider society, right here in the heart of lovely Calderdale!

THE ART OF ACTION (in the eye of the shitstorm)

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https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/winterrice-helping-young-refugee-families-survive#/

CLICK ON THIS LINK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This may well not turn out to be the most coherent string of words I’ve ever sewn together (it’s late and I’m tired), but then again, that’s not the whole story. Coherence is like debate – it can sound convincing, but be simltaneously utterly devoid of humanity. This post is coming from a different place. I’m writing it, person to person, in the understanding that some things need to be felt in your bones, and that this, my friends, is one of ’em. Some stuff spews from the guts. It ain’t always pretty, but I’ve come to realise, nevertheless, that it’s totally fucking necessary.

If you’re connected to me already, whether by blood, friendship, hell or high water, you’ll no doubt already have encountered my ranting, chanting and carrying on regarding the refugee crisis in recent months. My obsessive-compulsive social media sharing, and general banging on about articles, blog posts and campaigns, have received less comments, shares and likes (!) than I might have hoped for. Perhaps I’ve even done everybody’s nut in and come across as holier than thou…?!

Anyhoo, in the end I would like to publicly say SOD IT, FUCK IT, and as girl after my own heart, Kate Brittain, recently put it …. #SORRYNOTSORRY !!! I’ll continue ranting, chanting and carrying on, with all the Yorkshire-rowdiness and flexing of the freedom of expression muscles that I can currently maneuver. Because whilst I love the dancing (ohhh yup I really love that dancing!), I have come to the stark and shocking realisation that protest-dance has a supremely limited ability to help the folk freezing, drowning, and having a totally bloody dire time as they attempt to reach the relative safety of ‘Fortress Europe’.

This blog is called izzabellanecessary for a reason. It’s about calling a spade a spade and an arse an arse. It’s about lessening the gap between what’s considered ‘necessary’ or ‘useful’, ‘intelligent’, ‘arty’ or ‘creative’. It’s something to do with expanding my mind-body matrix in order to see, be and do what’s appropriate. What is necessary in order to navigate the complexity of this world; how can I slowly weed out the ways in which I’ve been furtively trained to see, be and act by society?

I’m now beginning to realise that this new approach can really encompass anything. We don’t all have to specialise and separate, creating artificial borders between art, work, life, our ‘selves’ and all other assorted humans, creatures and earthly wonders. There are ways and means of expanding beyond the microcosm.

In recent years my life has revolved around the learning the embodied art of dancing, and practising the odd bit of poetry to go with it. Meanwhile, under the surface, several other concerns have been taking seed. I’ve been composting thoughts, germinating ideas, and more overtly direct practices of ordinary magic had begun to seem necessary. To translate this into less of a tongue twister, I’m beginning to dip my dancing feet and dainty mitts into the art of taking practical action – whether that means weaving willow into a garden fence with my pals, taking baby-steps towards learning about bees and growing food, or tentatively engaging in actual direct action (somewhat delicately, like this little book suggests).

I’ve made a new commitment to collaboration, collective creativity, and taking a pragmatic, integrative approach in helping to heal the problems facing our world. Gahhhh, it’s not like I’m on a crusade friends, but some kind of sea-change has undoubtedly begun.

This might all sound suspiciously like my own personal new-era manifesto, and I will get to the point eventually, promise… However, I’m mentioning all this because I do believe that personal pleas are important. Scrap that, they’re essential, vital, and again, totally fucking necessary!!! People to people solidarity and grassroots responses have provided much of the backbone of humanitarian support across Europe, throughout this all-encompassing, ongoing shitstorm of a very sorry situation.

With this in mind and body, I’m asking you to feel beyond the boundaries of your own situation, and think about sharing, supporting and engaging with this ‘ere little initiative (go back to that link at the top, click it, read, share, and donate if you can). It may seem small, a drop in the ocean even, but it all matters. 

This particular initiative, aiming to provide 100 families with emergency surival kits for starters, has been set up by a super inspiring group of artists in Greece. I spent time learning lots of wisdom and wonder-things with them this summer at The Ricean School of Dance, in relative luxury on an idyllic Greek Island, not far from where refugees are still arriving in their thousands. They are enduring horrendous hardships, inhumane conditions, and have far, far too slender a hope of some shelter from the storm. Whilst summertime RICE focused on creating a temporary, experimental space to explore non-hierarchical, binary-bending, boundary-breaking approaches to art + life, WINTERRICE is a pragmatic response to an urgent situation of epic proportions. It made me smile to see RICE described alternatively in the conext of WINTERRICE as standing for a ‘real institute of civic engagement’. The two initiatives are perfect companions in the book of balance 🙂

Donations to WINTERRICE began thick and fast. I got into my cosy bed one night, and arose to find $1000 more in generosity flowing straight towards some of the people who need it most. After sharing till our fingers bled, we reached our target in record time! Happy days! The decision was then made to increase our target in order to improve the quality of the kits, include longer-lasting food, and to buy and staff a tent for refugees in Mytilene, Lesvos with two volunteers, including a nurse, who would also distribute the emergency kits.  We were ‘featured’ and we were ‘trending’, at the peak of the appeal, but donations have, of course, now slowed.

And so it is. The time has come to rant some more in a bid to keep that trickle a-coming. There’s only six days left, so now is the time!

Consider this a call to action and a serious shout out for a show of solidarity, if you will. I am begging / pleading / requesting that you please please please support and share this initiative! If you feel disconnected from the reality of the refugees it aims to help, or perhaps not fully aware of the extent of the refugee crisis, I ask that you make it a priority to check out the many blogs and articles online (often written by grassroots volunteers who are currently working, organising and helping on the ground across Europe, see the bottom of this post for links).

We all have our own realities, and struggles and action comes in many different shapes, sizes and varieties. I want to emphasize that right now, a series of historical moments are occurring. The full weight of what’s happening in the world, from refugee crisis to climate change, encompassing the full kaleidoscopic multitude of madnesses and back again, will become wholly evident only in hindsight.

I’m asking you to help ensure RIGHT NOW that these people are not forgotten, that these stories are told, and that we make ourselves necessary to the softening of this particular problem.

If you can’t donate, I feel ya. Let’s face it, I’m totally and utterly shambolically skint myself. I recently extended my overdraft again in order to, firstly, eat, and also to give a mere $20 to the very campaign that I’m pleading for. It’s not all about the cash-money. There are many ways to get involved and show your solidarity. You can write letters, raise awareness, share stories, organise a fundraiser, or make links with organisations supporting asylum seekers in your local area. Just give a shit and do something, basically. Use your big mouth and your unique life, to whatever extent you’re able.

We desparately need to see this situation for what it is, and not merely how the limited vision of the usual media channels represent it.Our governments are not doing enough – almost bugger all in fact, for a bloody change! Border policy and nationalist self-protection, along with ‘economic imperatives’ come first for them. I write simply and from a place of common sense, as you can see. I’m no political commentator.

Even so, what I do know is that this form of knowledge is as valid as any. I don’t need to back up this post with theory and an encyclopaedic knowledge of the complex political maneuvers that have contributed to this crisis. I know enough. I know that we are capable of putting the pressure on those governments, and that we can certainly choose to open our own personal borders to let the compassion out. It might only be a trickle at first, but eventually it can build into a booming expression of the interconnectedness of all things.

We’re all deeply implicated, whether we know it or not. I feel this deep in my bones, in the gurgling processing-pit at the bottom of my belly, and in the blood that boils when I consider the state we’re in. I also experience it in the beauty of the rich and diverse pragmatic practices of ordinary magic ocurring moment to moment, all across the world. It’s in the intelligence of nature, the individuals and communities creating amazing things everywhere, and in the awe-inspiring, warmth-inducing possibilities of the things we might potentially create together. We are a collective of flawed and yet well-intentioned humans, who might just have the ability to see what needs doing, and to spontaneously do it. It’s an invitation innit 😉

Directly after my time at The Ricean School of Dance this summer, I got on a bike (having not cycled in two years, I was really just following an intuition that this was something I wanted / needed to do), and joined the Critical Mass to Calais in order to donate bikes to the people there. It was an experience which was both eye-opening and transformative, and you can read / watch more about it herehere and here. Confronted with the reality of the refugees there, I began to more fully understand the extent of the inherent violence of borders. Policy, policy, policy, but what about people? #noborders #yourborderskill #fucktheborders. That is all I have to say.

The trip to Calais was not without it’s challenges and complications, oh aye; co-ordination and cohesive action is a craft, an art and a lifelong learning curve in itself. However, the kindness and compassion in Calais and the experiments in disrupting the usual modes of communication at RSOD, both served to make it blindingly clear that everything begins with dialogue and connection. This communication between self – environment – other is occurring always, on multiple levels. Much of the act of meeting has occurred before physical touch or ‘action’, as we usually conceive of it, occurs. I came to observe that there is a delicate activism occurring in the communication between everything, all of the time.

So I’ve been thinking about these things. Such as: what is the art of hosting conversations that matter? How does change happen? Does it start with a tiny seed and expand outwards, in a mycellium-like structure, just as mushrooms communicate underground? Is it essentially an organic process? Leading questions, I know, but both Critical Mass Calais and RSOD emphasized and developed further in me the necessity of standing in solidarity with fellow humans, other animals, and also the earth (which is also a part of us, not just another, separate story).

Recent experiences have demonstrated to me that we can develop the resilience that allows us to see these things, and not turn away. It is possible to learn the art of open dialogue and to translate that into the art of action. We can call a spade a spade, an arse an arse, and take on the eye of the shitstorm, in which spades and arses can often become confused and convoluted things, mutated beyond all original intention… You only need to read the news to see that.

We can do all this, amongst other, necessary stories… and fuckshitswine, I’m going to sound like a crappy motivational speaker (pfft, again #SORRYNOTSORRY) … but what I’m trying to spit out is that WE CAN DO THIS TOGETHER.

#winterrice #danceswithoutborders #artofaction #yourborderskill

See below for some related articles, videos and blog posts from recent months…. it’s like a weird little link diary via my social media over-share  and the bookmarks folder that I ironically, originally labelled ‘going home‘. This whole thing began for me by cycling to Calais to donate bikes and other supplies, as research for a DIY 12 Live Art Development Agency workshop, which I never even made it to in the end. Art sent me to action, and action sent me back to art, and I realised that there need be no difference between the two.

Before I sign off… WINTERRICE! WINTERRICE! WINTERRICE! Please be part of this real institute of civic engagement, or start your own … like my hi-vis jacket says on the back, DON’T JUST WALK ON BY! DO SUMMAT!*

*Yorkshire-speak for ‘something’.

TA FOR READING. OVER AND OUT XXX

http://www.huckmagazine.com/perspectives/reportage-2/life-inside-calais-notorious-jungle-refugee-camp/

http://www.weareplanc.org/blog/channelling-compassion-calais-solidarity-and-where-we-go-from-here/

http://mashable.com/2015/09/10/calais-camp-jungle-aid/#RE42PMX96uqR

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/morocco-no-borders-the-forgotten-refugee-crisis/x/12605954#/story

http://www.theguardian.com/world/live/2015/sep/16/first-refugees-head-for-croatia-after-hungarys-border-crackdown-live-updates?CMP=share_btn_fb

https://www.facebook.com/clare.moseley.98/videos/144114715937682/?pnref=story

https://www.facebook.com/theworldwidetribe/photos/a.1613492195603208.1073741829.1526014994350929/1626569714295456/?type=3&fref=nf&pnref=story

http://www.filmsforaction.org/articles/zero-refugees-guess-which-countries-have-taken-not-one-of-the-60-million-fleeing-war/#_=_

https://twitter.com/calaisolidarity/status/646331196700553216

http://www.creativereview.co.uk/cr-blog/2015/september/dougal-wilson-reports-on-secret-cinemas-secret-protest-at-the-calais-jungle-camp/

http://www.theguardian.com/world/shortcuts/2015/sep/22/kiss-knows-no-borders-photographing-refugee-couple-budapest

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/refugee-crisis-the-true-extent-of-the-british-publics-extraordinary-response-revealed-10514341.html

https://www.globalcitizen.org/en/content/five-explanations-to-why-the-majority-of-refugees/

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/banksys-dismaland-moves-to-calais-to-provide-shelter-for-refugees-a6669156.html

http://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2015/sep/27/un-official-asylum-assessment-centre-calais-france-britain?CMP=twt_gu

https://www.facebook.com/notes/the-alliance-for-a-safe-world/urgent-france-to-deport-asylum-seekers-to-sudan-on-thursday-four-young-men-from-/764462416996440?pnref=story

http://www.theguardian.com/law/2015/sep/29/magistrate-nigel-allcoat-resigns-after-paying-destitute-asylum-seekers-court-fine

https://www.thestage.co.uk/news/2015/british-artists-launch-theatre-in-calais-migrant-camp/

http://www.theguardian.com/law/2015/sep/29/magistrate-nigel-allcoat-resigns-after-paying-destitute-asylum-seekers-court-fine

https://www.opendemocracy.net/transformation/tatiana-garavito/migrants-rights-protest-st-pancras-ticket-barrier-shut-down-eurostar

http://time.com/4077370/refugee-crisis-calais-death/

http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/lliana-bird/refugee-crisis-lesbos_b_8388988.html

http://mariennapw.com/2015/10/29/entry-iii-the-sinking-of-the-nameless-recollections-of-a-volunteerjournalist/

http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/yvette-cooper/refugee-crisis-lesbos_b_8418988.html

http://gauge-mag.com/

http://www.itv.com/news/calendar/2015-10-30/otley-aid-worker-could-face-jail-for-smuggling-4-year-old-back-to-family/

http://balkanist.net/guardians-of-the-frontier-migration-racism-solidarities-balkan-corridor/ 

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/nov/07/europe-refugees-david-cameron-united-nations-warning?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Facebook

http://blogs.reuters.com/great-debate/2015/11/09/whos-in-charge-of-the-migrants-arriving-in-greece-the-answer-will-surprise-you/

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/nov/22/greek-concerns-mount-refugees-balkan-countries-restrict-entry

mushrooming : dancing at the edge of my understanding

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by michael klien / steve valk / jeffrey gormley, from ‘the book of recommendations
I am in a discombobulating process of mind-body-bending, de-schooling, re-wilding, and imagineering. I am definitely dancing at the edge of my understanding !! Which can only be a good thing, or so I’ve come to believe. I have got this far, but it’s all still a bit blurry around the edges … you’re gonna need to just hold tight with me for a moment, the dancing part comes back later…
WHAT IF WE COULD LEARN: “to act (where many others don’t) and yet to question that action – in the very name of that action – while acting, [which] is the sublime fulfillment of what it is to be human – to be in open conversation with one’s world at all times. It implies a sensibility that transcends itself, and that therefore has the possibility of acting as the seed of a more conscious future” (a delicate activism, davidoff & kaplan).
WHAT IF WE COULD EXPERIENCE: “a felt shift from separation to connectedness. From being an individual somewhat isolated observer, looking for connectedness, to being essentially and intimately connected… Instead of being too busy to care, we notice what needs doing to look after the people and the environment around us, and you naturally do it” (guy claxton, on being touched and moved at the RSA).
I’ve long believed that change is only possible, firstly, through the revolution of individual consciousness. Any forced attempts at change merely echo the imperfect structures that bore the bullshit in the first place. At a micro-level, change happens first in the individual mind-body, and then via communication with others and our surroundings. What I didn’t realise was that my own understanding of consciousness, communication, and our relationship with the world, was still so limited… The phrase I have so often quoted from Krishnamuriti, that ‘I am you, you are me, and the world is us’, now takes on a fuller meaning.

HOW MIGHT WE FIRSTLY DEAL WITH THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF IDEAS, EMOTIONS AND EVENTS, IN ORDER TO PROMOTE SELF-HEALING IN OUR OWN DELICATE MINDY-BODY MATRIX? HOW MIGHT THIS EMANATE OUTWARDS INTO THE WIDER WORLD?
WHAT IF IMPROVED MIND-BODY INTEGRATION IS VITAL IN ALLOWING US TO ‘MEET’ THE WORLD MORE HOLISTICALLY, AS DESCRIBED ABOVE BY GUY CLAXTON?
WHAT IF THIS MEANS THAT THE SENSITIVE PROCESS OF EXPANDING SENSORIAL AWARENESS IS ACTUALLY BOTH PRAGMATIC AND PRACTICAL? WHAT IF IT’S NOT ‘JUST DANCING’?
WHAT IF I HAVE NOW HONED IN ON EXACTLY WHERE I NEED TO GO.
WHAT IF ANY ATTEMPT AT CHANGING OUR WORLD MUST ENTAIL A WIDER UNDERSTANDING OF CONSCIOUSNESS AND A DEEPER UNDERSTANDING OF HOW SUBTLE COMMUNICATION OCCURS?

*some thoughts*
the final act of meeting is the act of physical touch.
likewise, the final act of communication is the act of using symbolic language.
so much has already happened within you before you ‘decide’ to do something (new-wave science has proved it)
hence, conscious ‘free will’ is debatable, given the amount of unknowns…
which means that embodied intelligence, and other less appreciated ways of knowing (such as intuition), are REALLY BLOODY IMPORTANT! if we can cultivate the skills to ‘know’ in more ways than one, what might this mean for our way of living and being?

HOW MIGHT PRAGMATIC APPROACHES TO THIS SUBTLE ORDINARY MAGIC ENABLE US TO NAVIGATE EVER-INCREASING PARADOX? HOW MIGHT WE EXPAND OUR POTENTIAL AS HUMAN BEINGS THROUGH SUCH PRACTICES? HOW MIGHT THIS RADICALLY IMPROVE OUR RELATIONSHIP WITH OTHER HUMANS AND THE ENVIRONMENT?

This is the mushrooming of my understanding of what dance is, and can be. We are deeply implicated, interconnected beings, engaged in a dynamic entanglement with self – environment – other. I thunk it, I felt it, but now I’m TOTALLY CONVINCED!!!

PS. I apologize for all the caps locks, italics, and strange formatting!! WordPress is giving me gip, hence the lines of separation between paragraphs… and my mind-body is struggling to digest / process / compost all these half-formed realisations. Danke for your patience, friends!

humanimals, and the art of empathy

“Animals are so much more empathic than humans. They feel everything and they’re with you, but not because they expect to get anything… it’s just the most primal form of nurture … a way of release and interaction” says Nai Palm…

Lately I’ve been thinking, not just with my conscious mind, but with my whole mind-body matrix thing. I’m realising that one way for humans to learn to be more empathic towards the earth, animals and each other – is by healing the mind-body split within their own bundle of cells/skin/soul/bones, expanding their sensorial connectedness, and developing the ability to sense each other rather than constantly making ideas about each other.

MUCH LIKE THIS FELLA IS DOING HERE … MAN COMFORTS GORILLA WHO JUST LOST HIS MOM

We just need a wider, deeper understanding of how communication occurs and what consciousness is (see my earlier thoughts here), in order to appreciate and utilise the many forms of knowing available to us. There’s so much going on at a subtle level, and I believe that we need to cultivate the skills to listen to it. 

Check out this dude and his Chimpanzee work, for a practical example of the kind of sensorial development that I’m talking about. After spending two months volunteering in a sanctuary in Cameroon, this fella decided to create a ‘movement-based workshop exploring trans-species kinship with our closest relatives’. Check out his blog here for more info.

PS. Body-based healing practices and dancing are both pragmatic and useful! So there… and logic and ‘rational’ thought aren’t always the best way to respond (Just sayin’ yo).

PPS. I want to be the kind of artist that the Chimp workshop guy is – grounding my practice in the wider world. Facilitating experiences where change might happen, through this wider understanding of the relevance of movement/dance/whatever ya wanna call it. Trying not to compartmentalise so much and this is the point at which language starts to break down. My increasing over-sensitivity to this stuff makes it harder and harder to label, separate and symbolise.

PPS. I love nai palm !!!!!!!!!

poims @ parcel bar

Back at the start of August I was the visiting poet at Puzzle Poets up in Sowerby Bridge, in my hometown Halifax.

I’m fairly used to doing one or two poems, ten minutes of poetic ramble here or there … but this was a proper opportunity for some longer ranting, chanting and carrying on 😉 I had a super-good night, and folk there were very appreciative of my new poems, which is lovely and encouraging! After a year devoted entirely to the daaannce, it was a good while since I’d got my poetry on.

The compere, one John Foggin – well, I dunno how he does it. Flummoxes me how he comes up with those descriptions on the spot! And the open mic was just brimming with wordy goodness. I particularly loved ‘Barry The Bacteria’ and the one about public libraries – just ‘don’t mention the books’ these days – it’s all about new wave digital whatever communication… It was pretty spot on as an event, with poems covering folk festivals, the Trans-Siberian Express, dropping in splashes of haunting lyricism, ‘the sack of history’, and some Binyon and Hardy and Yeats to ‘remind us where we all come from’ (Foggin’s words!)

Afterwards, a lady grabbed me and asked me to do a gig at her bar in Hebden Bridge. Well shittin’ hell! That was my first request for a proper poetry gig by someone I’d never met before – not a group I’m involved with or a mate running an event or whatever… WOWZA. Exciting times. HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY !!!!

Feel free to have a gander at what I did…

Poim listing as follows…

once again, i find myself in a relationship with a character from the beat generation
mind-body remix
the white rug of love
night-bus
the battle
crap consciousness
i’m not a nun, but…
stop making sense song
the good life
the healing fields
fuckyoga.com

the meaning of death dance

my relaxed solo rave to stephen jenkinson’s meaning of death video. the topic might seem heavy for a tuesday morning, but it’s seriously worthwhile heavyweight wisdom! i promise 😉

it’s taken me many viewings of his video to capture the fullness of what he’s saying – i got the general gist but chunks of it eluded me… however i kept feeling drawn to returning to his words, and every time i watched the video again i started to understand a little bit more about what he was saying, and what it means for the way we live…

somehow after a while it all starts to get just a little bit less heavy.

anyway, i did a dance to it. will let his words do the rest of the talking. enjoy 🙂

the black box sessions

Some relaxed solo raves, from a tired day in a black box, when I was knackered and at the end of my tether. Performance day was on it’s way and I felt uncertain, like I didn’t really know what I was doing. This was attempt number three at finding some sort of coherence. Big thanks be to Robbie Pallet for filming 🙂

relaxed solo raving

a highly-improvised, terrifyingly unstructured idiosyncratic space and time warp sound and dance documentary, in which i do my very best to;

channel whatever is appropriate from my own mind-body matrix

in relation to

a) you (the people in the room with me),

b) the inherent preoccupations of relaxed solo raving as a practice and performance mode

and

c) whatever else might arise in that particular moment.

i imagine it will go a little bit like this =

from wobbly legs to funny walks, and why spirituality is really about the body… (might even make a pit stop at the meaning of death dance if we’re feeling up to it).

this dance is dedicated to all the secret dances and social dances, the sadly missed and un-danced dances. to the sweat and the motion and the many feel-good-sharing-moments. and to kids dancing on youtube, because it’s better than kittens!

most of all, i dedicate this dance to a very impressive woman – one Winsome Broomhall, who danced and lived with both grit and grace until a grand old age.

PS. feel free to bob about a bit, pretend you’re at a gig, a rave or in your own kitchen instead of a contemporary art soiree. there is a dance outside of right and wrong… i’ll meet you there?

performed / sound arranged by izzy brittain*.

(*track list to follow. in order to dance with danger and prance on the edge, each solo rave is unique, so your guess is as good as mine at this point*)

relaxed solo rave was first shared with an audience at the performance laboratory, laurie grove building, new cross on 16/7/2015

the next sharing will take place at SIN (saturday improvisation night) in york on 26/9/2015. i will also be teaching a workshop earlier that day…

the workshop will be from 2.30-5.30pm at 41 Monkgate, York and costs £20 for the 3 hour session. numbers are limited so booking early is advisable. to book for the workshop and/or a slot at SIN, please contact Stacey@sixlips.co.uk

WORKSHOP STRUCTURE / CONTENT

Beginning with a release-based warm-up class, the workshop will focus on opening up new pathways within the body and attuning the dancer’s senses to their environment. It will slowly and organically break down the ‘mystery’ of movement improvisation, providing practical and playful tools with which to approach our dancing with confidence.

Through following pleasure and finding freedom, the unique practice of ‘relaxed solo raving’ will be introduced. Through this improvisational structure the workshop will offer the opportunity to look at the art of being yourself, the youtube disco / ted-talk phenomenon, the mind-body connection, and why there are many reasons to be a mover.

Most crucial of all will be to unearth motion which feels good, and to develop awareness in our own dancing as we share a friendly space for solo dancing together.  

There is a dance outside of right and wrong. I’ll see you there !!

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check out the relaxed solo raves playlist here 🙂