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A study of body in landscape
#1
You see that space? The space between. Tenuous. Eventual. Promise.
I press to touch parameters. They are unreachable.
The pure skin of that bright sky.
Against my rough edges and craggy surface.
Caress. Yearning. To move beyond borders of slippery feet and fragile body.
Arc upwards and into. I dive and surface
Hold breath. Closed eyes open. Believe believe.
The sea is held here in the sand.
#2
I wonder what made these lines — these highways, imprinted in rock? Certainly much older than anything I know. They are for me a remembering of urbanness, ambition, directionality. They make no sense here but they are absolute. I wish my balance was better. I wish my body was sticky like lizards. So I could show you how I would move: quickly staccato appear disappear reappear. Apparition.
#3
There is no other way to describe this. I know these spaces. I came from them. This is the one I was waiting for. Her faultless form. Her curves and ridges. The way she’s warm outside and cool inside. The secret shadows where I can hide. The lines and folds don’t yield, but if I get softer instead, she lets me in. The feeling is familiar. So much that it becomes inertia. At some point it’s necessary to consider something else. Leaving is natural and unnatural. Feels like yet another repetition of all that I’ve done before. Again and again. Un-entwining myself.
#4
I chose it because I identified.
I’m not sure who started it.
Copying. Mirroring. Mimicry
Its hairstyle came first. Of course.
But my instinct was always. And maybe that’s not as obvious.
I chose it because I was alone.
I needed someone to talk to who would understand.
#5
I was responding to the space. I loved how flatness gave rise to strange.
And the stillness. And the empty.
I was trying to just listen.
To listen to that space. To follow that stillness. To feel my own flatness and strange emptiness.
My body is made for pleasure and soft textures.
Intimate distances that let me retain my own breath.
These textures were hard, scratching, unyielding, absolute.
My breath was swallowed by the wide open sky.
The only way to survive here. I realized. Was to become an animal. To become an element.
I was ruled by the sun and the sand.
Not responding. Not reacting. Listening.
Listen to that space. Follow that stillness. Feel empty.
My body was made of absolutes. I swallowed the wide open sky.
I ate the unyielding textures.
I scratched at my own pleasure until it gave way.