You know, pizza is probably an international language. Last night, one of the residents organized a pizza night- and this wasn't your "let's get together and order a bunch of pizzas to be delivered" kind of evenings. This was homemade dough, homemade sauce, and full resident scavenged toppings. It was lovely (and delicious). One thing to report however is the Swedish pizza standard, Africana. We, Americans, had never heard of this and our Swedish resident offered hers up for us to try. So it's your standard dough, sauce, and cheese and it is topped with bananas, peanuts and curry powder. She also added pineapples. Let me just report, it's delicious. I have very few photos due to all the fabulous eating. You'll have to use your imagination.
This by far was the highlight of my day.
Again, I did not leave the residence yesterday so I spent the day in my little room reshooting, reediting my current piece. I think this iteration is better even though editing is still in progress. I began the day viewing the piece with fresh eyes and began taking some notes- what I am trying to distill down in the piece in very basic terms. It helps me not get too convoluted, which is easy for me to do.
I think one thing to note, and I am still forming thoughts around this that I would like to write a paper on but don't know where to start, I'm starting to really think of drawing in a very vast way. Interaction during performance or movement, I feel is a drawing act and it does not need to live forever or be matted and framed and hung up on the wall. This was something I committed to in the Spring when creating the weight of these decisions. The performance of creating the mark- for that piece- I am keeping for myself. The mark of what it made on the body, the drawing, is what I share with the audience. So therefore where it is located on the body, how the pigmentation of my skin is augmented due to the rubbing of the sandbags- that is the medium- and this is what I am referencing in the piece I am currently working on. I'm not entirely sure that they all will be this but for now, this current piece will be.
So I am exploring the figure, composed, in these small, discrete gestures that we often think nothing of. I am still working from the scratch poem I posted the other day. And the scratch poem is very true to my nature. Anyone who knows me knows I can't leave an itch alone. And while that gesture seems utterly mundane- something no one should care about- I think, it can speak to much larger issues. Someone who can zero into an issue and not let it rest until it's picked over as an open wound.
So gestures, such as this, are meant to show one in total composure. Completely ordinary. Then overlaid is the morse code. As I mentioned before, morse code, a form of communication understood by a select few, explores the undercurrent of what is behind composure. Often, as we navigate our feelings, we often struggle to articulate (or at least I do) what we really mean. And often, these are things we don't want to talk about and we wish someone would just "know" or "get it" without me having to say a thing.
The other thing I think about with morse code- it is matter-of-fact, short communication with ones who are typically far away from others. And often, our insecurities make us feel that some way.
I guess that is what these pieces are meant to be- an alienation we create within ourselves from others due to....fear. Fear? Insecurity.