Flesh Memories [emma alley]

Lightly pondering : how do our patterns / experiences / beliefs physically shape us?

The Body, a teacher.

The Body, a metaphor.

The Body, a Buddha.

Listen.

We are energy,

We are made of space,

We are ever-changing.

And anyway,

one day

we’ll

drift

into a world

without elbows.

Until then, can we relish our flesh? Our capacity to sweat, to dance with real feeling…

even to hurt?

Performance Media

Flesh Memories | 3/1/17 | Mammal Gallery

Videography by Ethan Payne

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