The glory of nature falls
Like frozen angels turned to dust
Drift down to kiss this fleshy cheek
A gentle offer of chancy trust
From the white abyss above
To a stranger wandering the forest floor
The crinkle of snow beneath bare feet
Makes us strangers no more
Nature, my old lover
I sense you still
In stillness, I feel deeper
The rise of a thrill
Fear, perhaps, that propels my pace
But wait, what path is this
That I so eagerly chase?
Death is a familiar companion
Whose drum is always drumming
Wait before taking the next known step
Listen past the mind’s curious humming
In silence
There is the becoming
From walking to falling to crawling to level
The body, sprawled and equally as dirt disheveled
Begins a conversation between cold and heat
As the permeable membrane breathes, all senses open
Outer and inner worlds begin to meet
The trees listen with ears
Of every microcosmic organismic cell
The earth speaks and I hear
Along my spine, the gentlest vibrations swell
Can you hear it?
In the silence
There is the becoming
Breath of the wind
Blood of the river
Beat of the stone
Illusory bodies fold behind my gaze
As I sink into the bed of life
Beneath melting snow, a sensorial haze
Pulsating the impulse to survive
In the silence
There is the becoming
Fever dances under the skin
Chainsaws rumble and crack the unbreakable wind
Fervent movement shakes blind eyes open
As the cold holds all senses in its seductive bind
Spreading between my thighs
I surrender
Like a child
Bewitched by this forest fairy haven
I cry silent sounds of the poetic raven
Just as absolute nothingness consumes it all
Quiets the height
Turns mirror upon mirror
And reveals a light
To illuminate a dreamscape where all life lovingly unravels
Everything is felt
And everything travels
From the tip of my finger where an angel made its grave
To the top of this mountain
Where my soul is free to play
Formless
Undefined
Drifting between worlds
Tethered only by the far-off echo of a questioning mind
In the silence
There is the un-becoming
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Helen Tuggle (Kiki Marti) is a multi-disciplinary artist whose research is inspired by a desire to find the crossroads between movement and sound, color and texture, poetry and sensuality, body, nature and machine. She studied contact improvisation and Butoh dance with Reverse Rivers Company in Thailand for the past few years before moving to Berlin in September of this year.
The common threads that Kiki draws between her dance, visual art, music and poetic explorations are improvisation and abstraction, which are keys for unlocking present, authentic self-expression and methods for engaging in a self-actualizing creative process. She currently works with the design team at Studio Olafur Eliasson as assistant to the lead designer.
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