 Landscapes of the Body - A Letter Box Project
Somatic Inquiry + Sensual Ritual. An Invitation - I will send you a Letter Box containing Instructions. You return an image of your form, nude, clothed, part or whole, vulnerable, powerful, hopeless, lost, strong, wild, sassy, humorous, twisting, or warping. A photograph, drawing or something representative of your physicality as it is at this time. Add words, symbol, colour or object (light weight) that speaks from your body. You can add a request – What would you like to happen with the Content of the Letter Box? What do you notice in yourself? What curiosity has arisen? Open your imagination and listen into arising desire. What do you want? I will hold and walk with the content and requests you send to me with total integrity. I will stand as witness and mirror to what you share. For my eyes only unless otherwise requested. My intention with offering this work is to act in service to activating Somatic Inquiry and standing as a mirror of what our relationship is to our body in the moment, to move and shift with love. + I really enjoy sending and receiving post. Blessings Milkweed XX The Letter Box will contain written Instruction, paper, return postage and some other light touches. This work is running alongside a project named Landscapes of the Body, if you would like to find out more and be part of a coming exhibition and publication there will be an invitation to this in the Letter box. For any other questions please send me a message @_milkweed or tallula.bentley@hotmail.co.uk RSVP with your postal address within the UK and EU and I will send you a link to my paypal account to cover costs and optional contribution. Image - Adam Hruby
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To wear the Lake one must enter slowly. Eyes cast forwards, ambivalent almost. Ankles lapping the pooled rippled bite. Carves stream stories to the curved knee nooks. Goosed thighs pillared straight, anticipate. Step forward. Stance wider. Soles spread. Knees give to please the thighs, slow to arrive. A rising surface. The Lens of longing. Limbs. Sending songs of shiver further. Shells are falling. Given to the water. Accommodate this body a while. Allow this motion to pattern still surface. Swallow my form. Swallow my form. Drawing in requires fullness yet asks formlessness. Pelvic bowl tilts and returns. Eb and flow. tilt and return.  Self unself
Undress oneself I am clothed but my reflection is naked Forever a thin skinned child Like water, I am soft I undress Stand still Slowly Softly Undoing Revealing my unself we formed bowls, we passed them around the circle - each bowl has been made by many hands. a collaborative process, and an exercise in holding before letting go. as a bowl was passed to us we could feel the hands that held it before – their warmth, the marks they had made, the way they had moved with the clay. Each hand left traces, fingerprints, shapes. Our own hands became part of that pattern. we spoke about pattern, and how it is formed through relationship and connection. Pattern is everywhere we go and it is in everything we do. Nature itself is continuously holding, before letting go. Images from a series of collaborative workshops with and the students of Totnes Progressive School for the EDGE sculpture trail, Dartmoor, UK www.highheathercombecentre.org.uk totnesprogressiveschool.devon.sch.uk  crabs + climbing + other things. making stories.
We wHO Intentionally Make sometimes physical or written or invisible or a movement. we are Making with eyes and body instruments \\ Being + Doing "there was no reason to progress, and nothing that had to be done." - Masanobu Fukuoka  |
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