Spasmotive 16

A spasm is like a twist 
A spasm is like sudden heat
A spasm is like a quick hit
A spasm is like a drop
A spasm is like a shout-out 
A spasm is like a direction change 
A spasm is like turning a corner 
A spasm is like looking the other way 
A spasm is like shooting star
A spasm is like a crying muscle 
A spasm is like broken glass 
A spasm is like music note untimed
A spasm is like splashing water 
A spasm is like spitting peas 
A spasm is like an accidental jump 
A spasm is like a scribble 
A spasm is like watching fireworks 
A spasm is like a  cat jump
A spasm is like an unintentional rude gesture
A spasm is like a mouth skip 
A spasm is like an urgent remark 
A spasm is like a timer going off 
A spasm is like a mystery moment 
A spasm is like an unplanned event 
A spasm is like not helping 
A spasm is like a wake up call 


Spasmotive 13 (2018 begins)

Wanting to MOVE and find other ways to explore in nearby surroundings, we (Dianne and I) decided to check out Lilydale Lake’s facilities and certainly were not disappointed by the range of equipment designed for children but with a twist, strength and possibility for any adult, willing to test the water and let the imagination swing, climb and fly….  In a public space i wondered what might happen, would someone say something rude to my face or whisk their child away from me?  No. Nothing to my awareness anyway. I met the eyes of children and just continued my own way of moving, climbing and interacting with Dianne.

Spasmotive 11 Big day

With everyone in the space for this session, Franca, Stef, Mark, Dianne and myself – we were able to make some excellent shifts in the development stages, how things could look, move, happen, sound, timed and so on…  I move on paper, a body spasm i like, as it squeezes the texture of feeling against my face as it draws a new line ahead….


 We moved to another location for the afternoon session at Kindred Studios, to work with Stef on some visual art designing and “doing” some threads… it reminds me of repetitious movements of my early years and my eagerness to make my fingers move in and out of holes in fabric – the joys blended with frustrations to make things go, no matter what…