Still a Mess, One Year Later

It has been one year since my performance of if this gets messy, my longest durational work to date.

I’m spending 3 hours each day reflecting on this work as I think about a successor piece I’m currently working on, Still A Mess

Below are some thoughts, quotes, and small tidbits from these reflective working sessions

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STILL A MESS, ONE YEAR LATER – 4.23.14

was picking at my ribs today

fresh wounds

sweat, sun, sand in my eyes

I was wondering who let go first, what dead flowers were left growing at our feet, if we could ever be more than ghosts.

 

 

 

STILL A MESS, ONE YEAR LATER – 4.24.14

fastening a rope in a room not made for ropes or fastening

she trusts this knot more than i do

now

then

shoes

STILL A MESS, ONE YEAR LATER: 4.25.14

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from not towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
-T.S. Eliot, from “Burnt Norton” in Four Quartets