{"id":41,"date":"2013-06-01T00:23:17","date_gmt":"2013-06-01T00:23:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sukanyac.com\/chakra\/?p=41"},"modified":"2024-11-15T09:06:59","modified_gmt":"2024-11-15T17:06:59","slug":"out-of-water","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sukanyac.com\/chakra\/2013\/06\/01\/out-of-water\/","title":{"rendered":"Out of Water"},"content":{"rendered":"

San Francisco, California, June 2013<\/h4>\n

Performed in performance pieces Out of Water<\/em> (devised and conceptualized by artists Helen Paris and Caroline Wright)<\/h3>\n

\"Banner\"<\/p>\n

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Reflections<\/h2>\n

As we all stood there at the beach behind a rope that divided us from our shadows watching the sun rise and the waves crash against the shore, I tried to memorize the moment so that I could recall it later when it is no more. I tried hard to sniff the air as much as I could to remember the smell of sand and salty water, I looked as far as possible out into the horizon to remember how the sky meets the sea, and I dug my feet deep into the sands, sometimes wiggling my toes, to feel the sand pass through the gaps of my fingers. Everything felt like shifting time and space, shifting relations of proximity; everything seemed very near yet quite far \u2013 the waves ahead of us were calling me, yet I was bound by my performance to stay in place; I felt like I was part of this community of performers and people I could trust and love and perhaps support, and I wanted to hug each and every one of us, yet we were standing almost at an arm\u2019s distance from each other; I had an intense urge to merge myself with my shadow by laying myself down on the beach, fitting myself in my shadow\u2019s mould, yet I wonder where my shadow would\u2019ve travelled to if I did so.<\/p>\n