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Photos from a Contact Session with a Rocking Chair…

How many ways can we merge in stillness? We (my rocking chair and I) had to consider balance and the different ways our bodies could and could not move to find positions that felt natural, in which we held each other’s weight. The process of finding these moments created an improvisational dance.  We performed a sort of partner yoga (the partner being my chair) dependent on responsivity. A give and take, a back and forth…

When we find those perfect positions, in which stillness sets in, a perfect balance, our bodies merge. It is in this moment that we become one sculpture held together by gravity and muscle tension.

Our bodies become different forms. The rocking chair became a cage, a cave, a resting cove, a womb, a carriage, a throne, a tree. I become the captive, the hideaway, the sleeper, the infant, the animal. On a purely physical level, we are counterweights, a yin and yang.

Now how to do this with my hammock and kitchen sink…

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