UPSIDE DOWN AND BOTTOM UP
Acroyoga Performance at Singapore Night Festival
To make sense of the world, we must filter it.
To think is to forget.
Maggie Mee went down headfirst; she sees now the world upside down.
Her belly is off the ground and she couldn’t be more exposed and vulnerable. For a few seconds, she feels frozen. Stomach in a tight, painful knot; her body delivered to the tension of the night, the mind playing tricks on her. Exposed and on display, she feels. Torn and then stitched back, as if she’d been. The pressure of the sky pushes her weak body against the ground. Around her figure, only noise. In front of her eyes, flashes and colours and moving images distract and confuse her. Maggie Mee doesn’t know where she is anymore.
Has she ever known?
Then, a rush of blood reaches the head and suddenly Maggie Mee sees reality bottom-up.
Her unstable position forces her to focus on details, to concentrate on the micro-feelings felt by each one of her muscles. She stops breathing for a second, just to adjust the regular movement of her lungs to the rhythm of the background tune.
Maggie Mee focuses on the slow, re-assuring movement of her partner’s stomach and then on her toes, slightly shaking as a result of the tension in the knees. Her temporary equilibrium shortly under control, she can now stop being a victim of her mind and start dancing with it instead.
And man, if they dance.
Maggie Mee dances so hard and so freely she is flying.
Her heavy mind is now a dance companion, the elastic thread that makes her move.
Maggie Mee’s bony body becomes a sail;
its lightweight is no longer an obstacle to her movements, but the trigger to her leaps.
As a sail, her body billows and flaps.
There is gravity, but the mental load is gone and the body is now free, insensitive to small disturbances.
Voices or shadows have gone, just the comforting sound of the universe is gently whispering in her ears.
Electromagnetic waves support her body while it dances with the sky.