The wild. I have drunk it deep and raw, and heard its primal unforgettable roar. We know it in ourselves, for we are wild to the core. We know it in our dreams, when the mind is off the leash, running wild… We are animal in our blood and in our skin. We were not born for pavements and escalators but for thunder and mud. More. We are animal not only in our body, but in our spirit. Our minds are the minds of wild animals. Artists, who remember their wildness better than most, are animal artists, lifting their heads to sniff a quick wild scent in the air…’
Jay Griffiths – Wild
A moving score at Dartmeet, Dartmoor - 3 hours - arriving, travelling, resting, surfaces, edges.
Listening for a response. With my whole body. Drinking deep. Body as an organ of perception, felt-sense, foot-led, foot first - the simple intelligence of body - direct, immediate - fully immersed. Moving for the love of moving, inside the movement - not moving as an object - but in an inter-subjective field of relations. IN and AS nature. How do we arrive here? Let go of our linear habitual thought patterns (that are the same as yesterday, and the day before). I arrive through my senses, seeing, smelling, touching, breathing, hearing.
‘place the animal in its rightful place, not only before human but also within and after the human’
New humanities ‘seeks to know itself not in opposition to it’s others, but in continuity with them.’
Importance and agency of nonhuman beings, and non, or more-than-human environments, but also the
more-than-human nature of the human itself.
Human-animal relations – always troubled and troubling compound of intimacy and violence, longing and detachment, affection and abjection’
Dominick Ohrem, ‘The Question of the Animal and the Promises of Postanthropocentric Feminisms’
Using collage, ripping up old paintings - expression of energy and body
And the deep feminine
Chinnamasta, Indian Goddess, of embodied consciousness.
The shapes, of the feminine, found in the Box, museum, Plymouth.
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