There is a circle on the floor. It is almost
black. Made of a finely ground material
that can be smudged and altered: graphite.
We watch from above.
The room does not seem significant: a white space that mirrors many others. The longer
we observe, the more its idiosyncrasies be-
come apparent: creases on the floor, an or-
ange cable, columns, the outline of a door.
A ray of natural light gives it warmth. It feels
human, hardly a stark space.
She enters. Her fair skin and soft pink leotard offer a strong contrast to the dark circle on the floor. Who is she? We do not know and yet it does not seem to be important.
We will never know more about her than what we learn through her movements.
pace invites us to watch closely. There is a sensuality about her, a tenderness that is
both appealing and welcoming.
We watch as she approaches. Her hands
sweep down but suddenly jolt away. She is
not ready to connect with the circle. Her body spins away from the graphite as she reaches her arms overhead. Her spine curves and lengthens as she slows down. We concentrate on her enticing movements as we follow her
in and out of focus. She is full of curiosity, eager to interact with what is on the ground.
her leg and unites with the material. She seems determined to use only a fraction of her body. As her toe touches, she makes a circling motion with her arms. She is embracing the beginning of a new phase. Her movements will become more intense and leave marks
on the floor and her body. Her steps will transform what once was a circle and leave traces which remain as evidence.
For now, nothing is set. She improvises
her movement, building upon each moment.
There is no choreography to follow. Only
her thoughts and feelings determine her rhythm.
A wisp of graphite fills the air as she strokes
the surface of the circle with her hands. The interaction continues. Each step is deliberate. She appears to identify increasingly with her movement, aligning her thoughts and actions. She is in the moment and willing to allow for the experience to leave a mark on her. She is ready to cover herself completely.
As she slows down and comes to an end, dislodging from what has pulled her, she
starts to internalize her feelings. Reflection. Lying on the ground, she seems to newly dis-
cover herself. Her blackened hands wander, quietly. She pauses to observe. Every pore
on her skin is filled, a somber coat draping her body. The intensity has elapsed. The ambition has faded. She has changed. The material she moved through now remains only streaks of gestures across the floor.