Constellations … the afterwards

As I swim my way clumsily through the afterwards of performing in Stefan Jovanovic’ Wild Card at Sadlers Wells (6-8 June), I thought to post the words that I wrote and spoke in this work … with a few photographed moments that were captured in the dress run by Camilla Greenwell;

Sometimes it is a white hot fire

Too hot for her to handle

It invades every part of her being

Sears her belly with a wildness that has always been there

It charges in and demands attention and satiation

And it brands her permanently

Burns

Every

where

This lava river brings smoke that suffocates reason and flames that turn convention to ash

It does not care

This soul earth fire

it is

her animal

loving

Animal

Taken utterly

Given completely

No

Time

Passes

Surrender

No

Thing

Remains