Notes on Dowry @ The Arches

...a long veil which covers the female body but also connects us across a long room...

An uncovered female body, pale in the darkness of the room, beckons and entices. The passing of a yoke, both erotic and an exchange of power, becomes a symbol not just of marriage but more sensual unions.

We stand together, reflected in the mirror, as a couple.

I am given a chain which is both jewelry and a symbol of enslavement. I am adrift in a featureless room, floating through a sexual transaction.

The erotic is not the pornographic as the pornographic is sexuality

define by politics...

...politics being power relationships...

An immersive silence, as if these actions are too weighty for more words...

Play only possible when the political is excluded. Discuss.

Wait.

Revelation.

Body as commodity.

Innocence compelled.

Innocence and naivety discarded.

I am still thinking.

We are both yoked.

Yoked together by external forces.

Beyond our power.

Ritual is erotic, or at least...

physical, embodied.

FMIN: Privates

I can still smell her perfume on my hands. We laid down together, our hands touching, and her words played out as if in the distance. She tells me of a memory, her mother, a place she loved and then, being there again with her lover. I close my eyes to imagine. I cannot imagine.

The water surrounds us. From behind me waves, ahead of me waves. She rubs my hands as if trying to read them, to discover my secrets in the nub of thumb and warp of finger. I cast a glance around the room, its clinical panels hidden by white curtains and the smell of candles guttering.

It's late afternoon, winter is coming in autumnal shades, I guess. We try to get past performance, looking for that authentic moment. She recalls a time when she came to this loch, swam with her friends and the excuse was the slightest hint of warmth. Moments of intimacy spread out like the pattern on a quilt, or something. I am aware of the tension that I hold in my shoulders.

I can still smell her perfume on my hands. 

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(images taken from Aby Watson's previous performances.)

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