Keyon Gaskin
[A Swatch Of Lavender]
11 - 14 Jan 2018
KEYON GASKIN
[A Swatch Of Lavender]
11 – 14 Janiary 2018
[a swatch of lavender]: a self portrait is commissioned by Gibney Dance for American Realness 2018 and presented in partnership with Participant Inc. Performed by a rotating cast of local artists: Hilary Clark, NIC Kay, Will Rawls, Hayley Silverman, and others. Also featuring a book created in collaboration with sidony oneal, Litia Perta, and Sharita Towne.
full moon in Taurus: of the body, for the body
reading as the invisible act i “do” in my head
but always is embodied or else i could not hold a book
the book as a dance, as a set of steps and gestures that my fingertips can hold:
i page, i palm, i point—i
touch my mouth (this is the book too)
then close myself, shelve it away.
like the dance, it is no more and it can never be again. ephemeral.
which i know i should find comforting but which is, instead, for me, disconcerting. out of concert. i did not agree to
this. like so many things.
the body, an object—I object, I say no...there is a blood mystery and although I can be weighed, measured, prodded, counted, discounted—the Thing is,
I is also a dance
a set of steps,
gestures,
a make-you-feel
and then I’m over.
[A Swatch Of Lavender]
11 – 14 Janiary 2018
[a swatch of lavender]: a self portrait is commissioned by Gibney Dance for American Realness 2018 and presented in partnership with Participant Inc. Performed by a rotating cast of local artists: Hilary Clark, NIC Kay, Will Rawls, Hayley Silverman, and others. Also featuring a book created in collaboration with sidony oneal, Litia Perta, and Sharita Towne.
full moon in Taurus: of the body, for the body
reading as the invisible act i “do” in my head
but always is embodied or else i could not hold a book
the book as a dance, as a set of steps and gestures that my fingertips can hold:
i page, i palm, i point—i
touch my mouth (this is the book too)
then close myself, shelve it away.
like the dance, it is no more and it can never be again. ephemeral.
which i know i should find comforting but which is, instead, for me, disconcerting. out of concert. i did not agree to
this. like so many things.
the body, an object—I object, I say no...there is a blood mystery and although I can be weighed, measured, prodded, counted, discounted—the Thing is,
I is also a dance
a set of steps,
gestures,
a make-you-feel
and then I’m over.