Lying on my back with my legs splayed out in butterfly position, I slowly bring my knees towards each other, inch by inch. At about 45 degrees my thighs start to shake. Just muscle fatigue, I tell myself. Then the shaking shifts, snaking into my abdomen where it pulses like a second heart beat. I feel queasy and, out of nowhere, tears slide down my face.
This practice is about listening to the body as a source of wisdom and engaging it as a resource for resilience and responsibility. I needed a way to make money that would add energy to my art practice rather than depleting me. Working with others keeps my heart open and informs my artwork subconsciously,