Studio/Chapple Gallery.
Deptford, London UK.
How precisely does one gyrate, levitate, and oscillate? Every carnival body - and in particular, every female carnival body - knows exactly how to do any one of those edicts with an exquisite precision that resonates deep within, and reverberates across the collective. And no reasons are needed to validate such things, no permissions asked.
It is simple. And it is complicated.
Because it is not the music, per-se that the body follows. The female body at carnival feels to grind, to shake ‘it’’, to stampede through the streets en masse, because the body feels, and in the carnival space, feeling can be done. That is the beginning and the end of the whole thing. There is no valence here: no measure of what kind of embodiment has an inherent worth of being good or bad. And there is no one who, in that carnival space, can instruct you on the proper way to move. Or to be.
