DAISY  (The Wheel)

"It is love," said Daisy, "it is the quiet water surface upon which all things float."
She blew the horn. She was aware of falling.
OWL owl OWL: in a tree without a jacket.
Here lies Joseph for he was great. A luminous orb full of intent.
Mammoth. Wreath. Cliff. "How strange," Daisy thought, "first I wandered, now I walk."

DAISY is a delicate study in phrasing. It laces a word to move, a string of moves to a line of poetry. A one by one threading of time, an infiltrating of the will so it gives and diffuses. The dancing body allows abstraction of the words and as such the space in which they live becomes a constantly renewed pivot point of meaning. DAISY deconstructs and then creates motion by revealing every sensual detail that constitutes the composition, the dance, the poetic mind in limbs, torso and tongue. This is a new solo to be shown in fragments before premiering in 2016.
The Wheel creates performances through radical handling of poetry and dance.

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They are strangers these tides of the season
and we must rear providence in the mist,
mimic the pure green in exotic birds.

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