Wow its been a while, I feel so guilty for not posting anything on here for some time. Life has changed and grown and I have had some fabulous engaging moments in my time away. Moments of clarity, moments of jubilation and moments of closure. I have met with some interesting people and made new friends, I have shared my passion with others and have had the privilege of others sharing theirs with me. Below all of this is the overdue promised thoughts and summaries of the workshop I carried out on the Hoe. It genuinely feels like a very long time since I have revisited this blog because there has been so much happening since then. The most note worthy was a trip to Wales on a movement workshop that lasted 3 days with Ailsa Richardson where I experienced new techniques of working outside and reassured myself that what I am doing is on the right track. Mostly though it had affirmed my thinking and helped me to focus my line of enquiry. I will reveal the results of this very soon, but I’m currently finishing the negotiated project. Part one was the workshop, part two is a book (I finally decided on its format) and part 3 will be a paper (of which I’m procrastinating from writing right now!).
The other exciting thing I have been up to is a press trip with Adventure Temples and Chris Hewitt Photography for The Independent. Journalist Kate Simon came down to expereince a range of activities and one of them was dancing with me on a beach! We did a short dance class inspired by Pilates and Yoga (I’m also training as a Pilates instructor) on the beach at Bedruthan Steps between Newquay and Padstow. The article is due out 3rd June and her is a photograph taken by Chris during the movement class.
I also saw the Olympic torch come through St Austell today, I wasn’t going to watch it as I had lots of things to do but I changed my mind at the last minute. Here’s one of the pictures I took of the torch coming across Truro Road this afternoon.
Right now back to site dance…..Here are the final summaries from the participants of the workshop conducted on the Hoe in Plymouth.
The pieces of black plastic on the steps… In my ears the sea is going wild. Such a difference between the sound I hear and image I see.
I felt like I was 8 years old again sitting in the yard and waiting. I lost the notion of time, I mixed the past and present…I was a child again.
Rubbish…rolling/sliding back and forth…Stillness…Rolling, stopping, changing and never both together. Cold feet.
When I lost the sound….I started to listen with my body. I hear my earrings hitting my neck and making an inner rhythm…the sound of heart beating. This rhythm involves me and hypnotises. I feel more comfortable being in an open space, a space which has no beginning, no end. I let it (space) inside me….and talk to me. I get more active in the space even when I am still.
Rocks/stones become so soft, I’m going deep and deeper in to a depth of nowhere and everywhere. Feet are still cold, still feel the rocks touching my head, my back, I never thought the sense could be so strong after you lose the direct connection with the material. I feel differently…
What I notice? Sound of waves on stones, stones under my feet…smell so clear and fresh. I hear the birds and look to see them….notice this great clamping, grasping, spreading plant sticks to the stone. Every stem is thick and strong and reaches up. Drawn to the sea, gentle curling waves, splashing against the wall, shooting up and dropping down…throwing and holding. Decay – time – colour – gravity
What I see? Sailing boat/Lines of horizon/split of space. MY BAG! Like a splat on the ground, dark and unfamiliar. Crack in the wall running diagonally
What I hear? I hear the waves and know that this sound will be constant during my hearing. I hear people, chattering, about money and putting shoes on. I hear the occasional popping of bubbles in the sea, they sound humorous making light of the stressful conversations. A far away hum, I sense the sound of the wind under everything. The sun burns my skin and I wonder if its making a sound
What I touch? The small bits of gravel under my feet as I pressed my feet into the ground I slid my feet around feeling the friction and swilling. I sat down and touched the gravel; I made more contact with the step, felt more in direct. Sense the width of the step, to see if my body could fit along. I was in a coffin, squashed into the step. I stretched my legs to touch the stain above and below me. The flat parts of my body, the feeless, wanted to make as much contact. My hand feels the flatness of the steps and is surprised to find bumpy, bubbly and hard with smoothness.
Gravity internal, lines, gravel, balance…so very internal…
Shiny water, flowers growing on the wall, metal against stone, vertical and horizontal lines, I capture my vision with pictures….The sun is reflecting on the surface of the water and it seems like a shiny flag mooring and floating from the air.
The sound of the sea created a very calm feeling on my body, I felt like wading and floating around, hearing just that sound. The sound of some birds create some happy breaks, like someone poking me to move – float a bit further away. This is a sense of meditation for me, it is a chance to calm, to breathe, to hear the sound that makes me wobbly and elevated.
The cold wet sea, touching my bare feet, the rocks pinchingmy toes. The warm rock against my body evening the temperature. Summer is close by, the sun bravely touches my face. Three different sensations in the same body, in the same space.
- Feet that feel the urge to move all the time
- The body relaxed against the wall
- The face wanting to open more and look up!
Wet footprints….crashing waves, the sound…shape and colour of railings…archway structure….bumpy walls…difference between bricks…curvy wall…shapes…open space…rust…lines – stairs, structure of arch ways….Architecture.
The stones – The Sea – Brick wall
Bright Blue – Something in the distance
Silver metal frame – Steps – Sun reflecting on wall
Green – Shadows – Dust
Lines – Grey – Rust
I felt supported, comfortable.
I fitted within the space.
My back and head pushed against the wall
I squeezed into the confined space.
My weight shifted, my body was supported by the structure.
Cold against my skin.
I sunk into the space
It felt right
I liked the space I found
Voices overpowered at first but then became echoed. Crashing waves the sea also made a soft twinkling sound. I wanted to hear that more. Vibration sound constantly in the background/in the distance. I think I only heard this because I had my closed and was concentrating.