The Thread that Binds

Dedicated to the two devoted movement freaks in my life.

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So I was watching a video of that my girlfriend, along with her roommate and BFF, David, had document their first dance production. Their company, "Glory House for Movable Art," tends to come up with some pretty disturbing/interesting/thought provoking concepts. So they say, and I tend to feel their twisted-elegant vision.
In the video, which I just saw for the first time, Miss Melissa sews pieces of meat together. Separate pieces that seem to form neatly together to form the jigsaw puzzle of a cadaver. Each piece meticulously engaging in size.
A body lays covered in the flesh of another. I regret that I did not get a chance to see the production, though now it has got me thinking.

In a society that claims to be civilized have morals and beliefs, what is it that makes us universally uncomfortable?

The answer could be quite simple; anything that falls foreign to the reach of your usual realm of reality; differences. These could extend from religion, to social practices, to fashion and ornamentation. To concepts of the sacred and the valuable.

We are all aware that certain qualities and traits (I refer to the more emotionally prone, then the physically obvious), bind us together as a people. But what is it that we can do to allow ourselves to be exposed to spectrums or taboos that make uncomfortable… that PREVOKE US??

There is one word comes in. Art. Now, I am aware that art itself is quite a loaded term. In today’s day and age, it seems though anyone can call anything art, regardless of the pieces ability or actually connect or offend an individual viewer. We can be told that Michelangelo was a master, but only a fool would not be able to identify the mastery in his hands. Creation. His work is his truest testament to his legacy.

Genuine art, like that that took formation years ago throughout civilizations, remains to have one concrete ingrediant in its formula. It makes you THINK and FEEL. You gaze at it with the intention of understanding it and allowing for you to understand yourself. You mirror yourself in it, you emulate the emotional reaction which it initiates, with your own physical response.

A cadaver covered in meat. What does that make you FEEL & THINK?



I see images of Frida Kahlo with a miscarried child spewing out of her vagina. This connects with me not because I have had that same experience. I can empathize with the pain she felt not only as a woman, but also as a human being. Or I wonder if she felt anything at all. Her [pain] is more sorrowful in this image-because I think her over-all [spirit] as strong and stern.

Connection is freighting. Often it allows you to lurk into the darkest and most hesitant areas of your conscience. We cannot have the power to deny a connection. You feel and think it. Therefore it is. All thoughts, good or bad, conventionally valuble or faithfully creative. They are to be shared.

Encourage those around you that have a vision, to think to create. We have more room for creation, not destruction. Seal the wounds with a thread of another’s pain. Feel someones body against yours.