Uploaded by znovembe on 09/29/2017
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Contemporary Dance III
Dance Fall 17
Weekly Rites
Heat. Exhaustion. Very very hot. Very very tired. Today I've already danced and exercised for 4 1/2 hours in these sweltering temperatures. It's been 90 degrees for several days, record-breaking highs for late September. It's 8:30pm, dark outside, but still boiling. It's even hotter inside the gym. Yet here I am. Time to film something.
Let's see what my body will do now. I find myself trying to remember choreography, but my memory isn't functioning. I'm drawn to repetitive physical spatial explorations. How well can I learn the dimensions of this space, the tangible boundaries?
This proves exhausting, and I continue without conscious thought. I lie staring into the eye of the camera with sweat running down my face for so long that the lights in the squash court turn off.
I am no longer human. The heat has transformed me. I am simply a creature – what kind, I don't know.
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