Arthaus: Where is Home?

 Arthaus day five:


When I grow up, I will be tall enough to reach the branches that I need to reach to climb the trees you get to climb when you're grown up.

Image 1: Lexine and I stand facing each other in the middle of the room, we're supposed to take each other home. We do our essentialized movement.

Image 2: Lexine climbs the slope while I climb the water tower. When we meet, I am forced to the ground where the roses at the bottom of the hedge die, and she climbs to the top where the live roses are.

Image 3: We gallop to the tower. 'Rapunzel! Let your hair down!'

Image 4: We play ping pong. I am the bat. She is the ball.

Image 5: She runs around the merry-go-round, spinning it. I'm already spinning. We jump on. I swing her until her vertigo emerges as a cry.

Image 6: We swing, sit and sing. The big movement of the swing is essentialized to rocking as we sit.

Just because you think that life's not fair, it doesn't mean that you just have to grin and bear it, if you always take it on the chin and wear it, nothing will change...

Image 7: Lexine has a cigarette in one hand. She sees the flower, She steps towards it. She reaches out. She takes it. She smells it. She turns around. She grabs my shoulder. I turn around and see the flower. I step towards it. I reach out. I take it. I smell it. I pull out my camera. We take a selfie.

Then I throw both camera and selfie out of the windows with the lecoq movement numero uno.

Image 8: We talk until we see the trains. She leans on the railing and I jump over it. The tremor beneath the ground feeds into our legs, hips, bodies - then we become the trains. One after another. Slowly it fades, back to us standing with my arm over her. The tremor fades.

Blackout.

And when I grow up, I will be smart enough to answer all the questions that you need to know the answers to, before you're grown up.

What is embodiment?

We can embody something that's bigger than us. We can embody a journey, a song. We can embody qualities. But what exactly is embodiment? The using of our body to re-create something that's not our body? The manifestation of time and space with our bodies? The visualizing of the ephemeral? The process of making visible the invisible? I will find the answer. And then I will write to Ariel.

I will be brave enough to fight the creatures that you have to fight beneath the bed each night to be a grown up.

Last night I dreamt I was naked in a train station. I felt completely vulnerable. And then ashamed. And then for the first time, my dream self said fuck it. Stood up, looked at himself in the reflection on the train, gritted his jaw, and walked through the station. And then there were arguments, and emotions, and confrontation. YES!

Where is home?

We may have a home where the family is. A home where work is. Where the heart is. Where the soul is. Where we feel the most energized, the most inspired. If any of these line up, we're in a pretty good fucking place.

I was biking to workshops, and I thought to myself: I am taking myself to a place where I will be doing the thing that I'm supposed to be doing right now. I am home. For a while.


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7/20/19 5:25 PM

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