nature moves me: the contours of the ground supply me with direction, the grass cuts my body, and cold layers my skin begging me to move faster.this nature is marked by material as it wipes it from my body canvas leaving red trace paint in hollows made by my body’s weight in the grass.
this dance is a movement trying to unite disparite forms: my body, the earth and red paint. it re-imagines their relationship with each other, fluxing through their merging and resistance to each other.