Back Inside Ourselves: a gathering

by the ones that went inside

We’re going back inside ourselves / back inside ourselves,
we’re going back inside ourselves,
back inside

In Red:

How can we move into silence?
The prophet delivers a message to the convert
“The body begins with the scream”

 

Watching Rhythms of my Silence reminded me of the last few lines inΒ Yoruba Girl DancingΒ by Simi Bedford

Presently I abandoned them and walked onto the floor to join the girls. How we danced. The music poured through our veins and we flowed with the beat. The wheel had come full circle. We wound and unwound our bodies seamlessly as if we had no bones. Is there a sight more beautiful, the older women said, than a Yoruba girl dancing?

 

In Orange:

muffled insights
partial meetings Inside oneself
inside You
gratitude for the connection
the Passing
the missed. the felt.

Two dark green shoots:

Softness & Strength
Know your truth

In Green Waves:

How can I resist knowability, translatability, cerebral supremacy ….
Opacity feels final and fatal like a border
Fall into translucence

On a stormy sea:

A boat with a large sail on a stormy sea. A large cloud traced behind.
A tree catches a rainbow reflected.
Edge.
I later realise I saw reflected image caught in a mirror
Laid flat in the woods.

In blue amongst a scream and open mouth, a sun stretches out, wavy …

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

I am sorry I have nothing to offer.

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The text, sounds and images in this assemblage were shared in a workshop at the Gymnasium Gallery in Berwick Upon Tweed during BFMAF 2021.