What was live, I can pause, and it occurs to me that not being able to conveniently pause a live performance was one of the things I most enjoyed about it. It was live. It is live. It was/is roaring along, independent of my will. And in having no control over any part of its trajectory, I disappeared completely, in the best possible sense. I wasn’t me in the theatre or hall, but a series of notes, a flurry of limbs, a lightness, an extension, particles illuminated by stage lighting; anything. In this freedom, a different kind of pause. A pause from being (frantic, scrolling, drafting emails, composing invoices, busy self).
Serena Graham and Joseph Romancewicz in New Ghost by Mason Lovegrove, for the Australian Ballet's Bodytorque.digital