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SITE SPECIFIC WORK
Marloes - November 2004
(Photos: Bruno Guastalla)
St. David's Head - October 2016
(Photos: Ana Barbour/Alan Frank)
"Can we dance a landscape?"
At Branscombe in Devon (2002 and 2011) and in Pembrokeshire (Marloes, 2004; Bosherston 2007; and most recently in 2016, St. David's Head), Café Reason ran down to the sea to seek out the origins of dance. At the edge of the land, at the interface between sand, rock, sea and sky, we waited for the landscape to enter our bodies.
There were upended sandstone strata, testament to incredible geological forces, limestone cliffs created from the tiny skeletons of innumerable life-forms living millions of years ago, sculpted into caves, performing their own infinitely slow dance of transformation. There was the dance of the sea - the constant pull of the waves and the changing tides in thrall to the lunar cycle. There was the weather - sun and wind and temperature, and how they act upon our frail human bodies and dictate our comfort, our mood, our movement; there was the changing light, the passing of clouds, of sunshine, shadow and the cycle of day and night. There were beaches - great shelves of pebbles, slippery rocks, and sand that shifted with each storm, altering its level by meters each season. At Bosherston there was an inland landscape of water lily pools reaching down to the sea, inhabited by swans and herons, by families of coots and numberless little fish and other fresh-water creatures and plants, while at Marloes, huge flocks of starlings swept in incredible formation across the evening sky - another dance. There was flotsam and jetsam, car-wreck and sea-wrack, shells and driftwood, all moved up and down the shore in mysterious housekeeping, all subject to decay, erosion, sea-change.
On the first day we explored the environment, pausing at various 'stations' along the way. At each spot we waited, and when its energy moved us we allowed ourselves to be moved. Later we returned individually to the place/s that called us, and for many hours worked with the energy of that place and our response in movement or sound. The next day we went back as a group to each person's chosen place and witnessed their dance with the elements.
(Marloes Sands, Pembrokeshire)
The day rolls up and, in the space it leaves,
I stand in a raw cleft of stone
Jeannie plays her tin whistle
I have grazed my ankle as a keepsake -
"… a marvellous, transformational, out-of-time moment."