This work is about
process and execution. After a muddle through numerous experiments and
psychic traffic jams suddenly there it is - perfect ease! It may have
taken years to get a movement that is free of confusion or mannerism.
It makes up for all the hard work that goes into the recycle bin, and
simply exists as a moment where the breath of the dance is perfectly
executed in ink on paper.
In my studio I
still have an old poster from my San Francisco Digger days. It has two
Chinese bachelors at a corner, sharing a smoke with the slogan of 1%
Free. The digger movement began in the early 60's. It grew out from
mime troupe street actors and playwrights who responded, when the city
didn't, to the infusion of young people migrating to the Haight Ashbury.
Street theatre became free soup kitchens in the pan handle, free clinics,
free garbage collection and Peter Berg's controversial Free Store at
the corner of Carl and Cole. Local kids adept at shoplifting were caught
by Peter's Genghis Khan eye, had their loot taken from them, only to
be given back with a warning not to steal. Much of this time has been
documented in books like "Ringolevio", by Emmett Groggan
and Peter Coyotes "Sleeping
Where I Fall".