It takes a little blood - it took a little blood - that only made the experience more truthful and significant.
There was never pain - just amaze, conquer and the will to move forward - leave comfort zones - explore vulnerability - be vulnerable - be totally free.
Being focused on myself and what I wanted to achieve - no fear, no self-conscience - just arriving at a place of total freedom, where I could start to encounter myself, be introduced to my body and watch its quality, ist beauty, its movement and its creative potential. Re-discovering the body as a creative tool - unique - my body has things to say, that no other could quite say the exact same way.
Accepting week points, and re-discovering them as beauty, advantages, skill - tools to movement creation - uniqueness - personal movement speech.
It took a little blood - but I did it - for almost 3 weeks - I was able to enter unknown dimensions of my body and consequently movement - focusing on this only - not really giving thought to the past or future, to success or failure, not worrying if I did good or bad, if I bored or impressed people, if I did myself proud or ashamed - I did it, I took the journey of experimenting in things I was scared to do.
It takes a little blood
The skin opens
The skin closes - butoh feet
Notes: I love this shot, the rawness of the truth in it - maybe little shocking to viewer, but not for me - this is exactly how my feet look when I do regular training. I felt no pain - every drop of blood, every bruise - came as a gift - I live, I move, I create.
I also like that I can see clearly the drawings of my veins in my feet - , the blue/violet color of the blood, revealing under the skin.
