The impetus for this search is a “conatus”: A powerful movement and an appetite which belong to my path-my artistic and personal path. but overall, they belong to my body, and are born from it.
The norm. The norm-alisation. norm-ality. The rule. The rules. The blood. The sacrifice. The holiness. The perfection. The sublime. The terror. The power. The norm. Cyclic. I want to know my body outside of the norms. The techniques. Outside of what is norm-al: norm-al in the way it moves, presents itself, uses itself, stops using itself, speaks, in the circus, in the theatre, in dance, as an image, as an icon, in this political territory which is my body.
I need to investigate the norms which live in me, so that later I might break them. I need a space of solitude, to recognize the formalities and surpass them. I need to identify the imprints which the power systems left in my body, so that I can revolutionise them. I need to know coercion, so that I might give myself to a fertile insurrection.