The New Vitruvian (2022)
We are the repertoire. The ephemeral. The Embodied. The Performed.
We are a vase. How many people are inside us? How many animals?
How many objects?
We are strong. We are multiple.
The dog inside us barks at the person we are. What does it want?
Maybe it sees us as a stranger? Maybe it wants to protect us from us.
We bend down and our hair covers up our face. We use our knees and hands to walk.
The chair inside us remains static. We stop moving. We are the chair.
We sit on the chair that we are.
We take a deep breath. Inhaling. One musical note. Exhaling.
Again. Inhaling. Another musical note. Exhaling.
We listen to the flute that we are.
The flute is an exhaling instrument. Not an inhaling one.
We decide to play ourselves on inhales.
An entire symphony of inhales reverse engineered in order to find a way back,
back to the start, back to the origin of where tools were not. Not yet. Not yet so violent.
Yet so violent. So violent. Violent. Vay. Oh. Vay. Oh. Lent.
Oh we don’t know. We de-know. We re-know. We un-know. No know. No NO kNOw.
We move. We know how to move. We were born into movement.
We move our arms as if they were wings. But they are not wings.
No matter how fast we move them they won’t help us fly.
We give up on trying. Suddenly the bird that is in us appears.
It appears so briefly. We can hardly recognize it.
Was that a bird?
It was! It was a bird. We have a bird in us.
Its wings are not in our arms. They are in our belly.
We will need to figure out how to fly with our belly.
Can we fly with our belly?
It’s hard for us to imagine flying with our belly.
It’s hard for us to imagine flying with our arms.
It’s hard for us to imagine flying.
Let's face it. It’s hard for us to imagine.
We go back to the chair. The chair that we are.
Let’s just sit. Just sit. Let’s just be the chair.
Inspired by the book 'Poetic Operations' written by micha Cárdenas