These motions exist in the breath and the battle of movements challenged and free.
But within our fractured movement, a collective choreography exists.
Like a leftover conversation still echoing on, our motions impact each other – linked by the interactions we still share.
If we can find ways to feel the weight of our own action, familiarise ourselves with its shape, then maybe we can witness our movements differently. See them in a conscious light. Outline the angles of where we sit and fold together. Trace the overlap.
What is the architecture of your day to day? And if our bones were buildings, what would the cityscape stand like? Would we meet each other, and could we build a pulse carried from one beat to another: together, continuous, and always evolving?
There is a collective choreography in our individual motion.
It shapes the ability of free movement for all