This time that moves and has moved

 

I'm writing this sat on my bed,

in my room of almost three-days

on the particularly straight line that is Borgmester Jensens Allé, Copenhagen.

 

The window is open a couple of inches into the night,

and there's a low whisper from the road outside. The shrill engine of an occasional motorbike. 

The wall feels confident behind my back, and the covers gentle in their wrinkling. 

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I think of you,

of the surfaces supporting you

the light that illuminates your face blue and the sensations that run and dance in you while you read.

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It's been one year from our performance at Chisenhale dance space, and I want to say a renewed thank you to everyone who supported the process and realisation of Soft fruit punch. It is a project still very close to me - and one with fingers that continue to reach and spread despite this difficult year we’ve shared. 

 

We still hold one another, dear. In heart if not in body. 

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Having come to the end of the first phase of the project, the work of development is now underway - searching for gaps, holes and openings this piece can spill into and continue its exploration - of touch and softness and a more engaged practice of love - in the constantly shifting extremes of this current moment.

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How do we continue to reach one another 

Where does our touch begin and stop

How do we breathe together and move openly forwards with softness

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Do we still melt.

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