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In the rain on the sand, a simple practice begins. It is a practice that dissolves in and through the body; a soluble body being known. It is also a counter-practice, a corporeal balm that resists the machinations of the default digital logic. In this practice we live as creatures not machines. A short essay on experiencing the movement work of Helen Poynor and how I understand it in relation to…
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