Towards Approximations / Embodiment / DAY 1 /

Darko Dragicevic:

Should I stay in bed longer?

Stay longer in bed or not? – past

Roll over Mar or jump over Martin?

Leave this pen, have a byte of toast with cream cheese or not? – present

Left or right? – present

Coffee or just continue writing? – present

Play music while writing or not? – present

Juat continue writing until I feel this makes any sense or not? – present

Stop questioning myself what the other two will write about the embodiment or not? – present

— reached a point of satisfaction – relax a bit –

– PAUSE –

Time for boiled eggs or just stick to the writing? – present

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It is so cold in this kitchen. My cold always gets starts from my feet. It’s spreading over my legs reaching the upper part.

Warm coffee helps.

Circulation is still slow. I can feel it.

Washing machine is already spinning.

I will leave the bathroom window closed so inside it can will stay warmer once I decide to take a shower. – FUTURE

Numbness. But pleasant numbness.

Almost feels like

My Head feels as is as big as a distance between myself sitting on a chair in the kitchen and the tree outside. The same. One big A flat surface with the filled with sounds of cars and washing machine coming in.

Martin is awake… or Daniel? – present

03

Martin Sonderkamp:

embodiment_sensations recorded_stored impressions_

Flash_back: The first dance company I worked for was called embodiment, takes me back to the very beginning of dancing_ flash back: Africa 1990: electric short cut, Accra is pitch back, I am lying on my back on a mat out of stay in the yard of the house I am staying in, listening o Bach on my walkman; the sky is magnificent, endless indigo void entering my body, I feel the void entering my body, endless blue inside of me, remind me of when as a child I was trying to count the number of stars, falling asleep, pulled by the impossibility of counting the stars. The sky situated inside of me, expanding.

Flach_back I am falling asleep, the act of falling is gorgeous, I am trying to stay in the state of falling, resisting the unconsciousness of sleep; stay awake a little longer, fall again, wake up again a little, start falling again.

Flash_back: I am pressing on a mole on my body and can feel how it connects to another mole of my body, I press there and I can feel a tingling electric sensation that connects to another mole on my skin…a network of connections on my skin…I am puzzled and delighted.

Embodiment: I enter a studio, a place where I teach, I immediately feel the change physically and mentally; my body remembering its function as teacher, immediately becoming an instrument of work, I don’t like this!

Active embodiment: trying to make things happen on a corporeal level ( corporeal: the mentally inhabited flesh; What happens once I embody something? The flesh coloring the quality of mental engagement with what surrounds me. Flash_back: I am watching performances, the way the performers hurts my body, my body trying to imitate what I see… a strange feeling..my body cannot agree to what it perceives, it simply hurts, Even if I don agree to what I see, it still enters myself…what a vulnerable state that is…gotta work on protecting , gotta learn how to enact with what I see and not feel so deeply…I feel way too open.

Embodying: learning to think through my body, learning to think with my body, letting my body have a reaction to idea, not serving the ideals only, learning about how to negotiate between ideas and corporeal status quo…

Flash_back: I am teaching and I look at my students. whenever I watch somebody, the body of that person seems to protect itself from my critical eyes…Over the years i have learned how to communicate through my gaze differently… generous eyes, benign eyes, supportive gaze, patient eyes.

Flash_back. Task 14: during the performance in Zagreb, I am strongly thinking of my father, I am touching a white piece of cloth, suddenly I see the dead body of my dad, layed out in hs coffin in the chapel at the cemetery_ my body remembers the last touch , saying good-bye to daddy_immediately my touching of the white cloth becomes the memory of touching the white, cold, pale skin_ I am speechless_my body took over completely_

Embodying_ seems like my body becomes a thinking matter, thinking much more quickly than y mind, in a second it can transport me back over time, a span of 40 years traveled in a second.

Embodying_enacting with what surrounds me_ as if loops: bodily memory becoming real. the feeling that once was emerges towards the surface of my present feeling.

Embodying_a way to change the way I think; thinking-feeling while enacting with something outside of myself, with people, objects, material , thought s and concepts.

Embodying_Flash_black: 1991: i na workshop, a teacher tells me that dancing is the ability of learning how to fly_at night, I dream: I am in a medieval tower as big as the empire state building. I am inside on the top floor, I jump and fall, it’s a great feeling, shortly before hitting the floor I see a light shining through a window at the bottom floor; I fly through it: suddenly when exiting the darkness of the tower, I turn into a falcon, the sun hits my wings, I am flying through a vast desert, finding my way to my family home, saying good-bye.

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