This is a dance about driving with your eyes closed
As if your vessel was in space
As if your vessel was the ocean and buoyant
This is a dance about direction
This is dance about consequentiality or the lack thereof
This is a meticulous dance
This is a dance about driving with your eyes closed
As if your vessel was in space
As if your vessel was the core of the earth or someone’s heart suspended
This is a dance about sight
This is a dance about driving with your eye closed
As if your vessel was in space
As if your vessel was limitless
This isn't a dance at all
This is a conflict
This is a collision
This is a dance about driving with your eyes closed
As if your vessel was in space
As if your vessel was someone else’s heart
As if your vessel was limitless
I keep having dreams about running away
A girl running down a steep hill with abandon
Dust kicking up with every slap of her feet
A shot rings out and suddenly she’s flying
Her chest pulling the rest of her body
Her arms caught behind in her in chaotic eddies
Dust and momentum hiding her
Where the fuck are we going?
I don’t know.
Britt Ford is an Atlanta based dance artist and poet.
Having received a BFA in Dance and BA in Literature from the University of Colorado, Boulder, Britt's interest in the collision of words and dance, physical rigor and speech has developed and influenced her art making in both mediums. She is currently dancing for Professional Bodies, and RAIIN Dance Theater, as well as pursuing her own work.
At the Bottom of Everything
Poetry, choreography, performance: Britt Ford.
Music: Odin McEvoy.