From beneath ruins

I had nowhere to go and so I hid in the corners of the house, always for a time that I knew to be limited because, sooner or later, the door would open and my space of freedom would explode into atoms, trickling slowly into a gutter of oblivion and regret. A bleeding of the space.
My interior liberty was all I had left. Being present, I was absent. Speaking with them, I remained silent. The shadow of the balcony loomed over me, it threatened to crush me at any moment. I listened carefully for its slightest creak, ready at any moment to flee or, if this were impossible, prepared to push aside its stones with my bare, inexpert hands. To crawl towards the light.

Bûto dance performance which expresses how, when we have freed ourselves from traumas and oppressions (physical or psychological), it is impossible to leave these behind us entirely. They remain present in our lives, even though we have crawled out from beneath the ruins into the light. They are constituent elements of the person that we have become.

Carol-lyn @caro_eeee

Part of You are the light curated by AkiaArt & David Block fringeartsbath.co.uk/you

image © Carol-Lyn