'Touch Wood (1)'
Live performance at Phytology/Bethnal Green Nature Reserve, for Kupola event, 2019
With PB
Part of my residency at Bethnal Green Nature Reserve in 2019-20
'Touch Wood (1)'
Live performance at Phytology/Bethnal Green Nature Reserve, for Kupola event, 2019
With PB
Part of my residency at Bethnal Green Nature Reserve in 2019-20
Leaning Down to Violet, a performance at St Margaret's House, Bethnal Green, 2019
I performed 'Leaning Down to Violet', a performance with my book Touch Wood and a microphone with cable, using and reading my text Leaning Down to Violet.
Some pages of Leaning Down to Violet (not all):
In 2019 - 2020 I was Artist in Residence at Phytology/Bethnal Green Nature Reserve, London - my project became 'Touch Wood'.
I made artwork and experiments in the Writer's Hut, herb garden and nature garden. I produced movement experiments, 5 live public performances, an artist's book and 3 large scale billboards.
I was invited and supported by Hari Byles and Michael Smythe.
In 'Touch Wood' I devised a series of ‘manoeuvres’ - finding ways to connect myself, my body, to the plants and trees of the Nature Reserve – whilst thinking about ritual, personal history, our bodily adaptations/expressions, and how that enables us to connect, or not, with nature, and in turn finding myself/ourselves there. Often using my hair, or wool or parts of my body to physically connect myself to the plants and trees, or to hover or move between them. I would then find language to describe the manoeuvres, which became distilled into poetry, an artists’ book, and hand-painted full-size billboards. I re-worked these texts and physical manoeuvres to become live public performances, within the Nature Reserve and elsewhere, with the final one transplanted to the Feminist Library where I attached myself by my hair to a hatstand rather than a tree. The manoeuvres and surrounding works employed absurdity, endurance, arduousness, inversion, futility - delicacy, intricacy and intimacy – ritual, repetition, connection – communication, description and instruction becoming discovery and expression - to explore the feeling of our bodies fitting and not fitting with nature, and the rituals that can connect us to it.
TOUCH WOOD
LOOK UP AND TURN
FACE TO SUN AND
BALANCE ON ONE
FOOT
STAY
Gail Burton is manoeuvring with the trees, plants and soil in the Nature Reserve, touching and not-touching, on one foot and two. Finding points of contact, fragility, entry and repulsion in a series of experimental movements, repetitions and devised encounters, sometimes simple, sometimes intricate and absurd. These solitary performances become writing, slowly. The billboard is the first extract from the book of manoeuvres.
'Touch Wood' performance 2. Photo HB
Walking as Artistic Practice: Crawling
A page on Ellen Mueller's research website about Crawling and Walking as art - featuring my Crawl performance.
Ellen Mueller: Ellen Mueller's book: 'Walking as Artistic Practice'
'Twine, Twiddle, Twine' and 'Spik or Spec'
Four performances over three days at Acme Open Studios
Robinson Road Open Studios 2024
25th-27th October, London, 2024
Twine Twiddle Twine
And
Spik or Spec
Twine Twiddle Twine
I am sitting on a high stool in the entrance/ante-chamber of my studio, with the door closed - the audience are in the corridor outside and I open the door to begin. I sit on the stool, and remove my shoe, and rhythmically tap the soles together. I lick my finger-tip each time I tap, then touch the sole. I drop my shoe, stand, and untie my hair - I twine my hair and pull myself up by my head. I balance on one foot and begin to hop and rock, tapping my heel as I manoeuvre half behind the door, half out of sight. I'm singing 'Twine Twiddle Twine'.
Video of Twine, Twiddle, Twine at Twine, Twiddle, Twine video on Youtube
Spik or Spec:
I am behind a translucent curtain beyond the entrance way of my studio, the main door is open to the corridor where the audience are, outside the studio. I emerge from the curtain and walk to the doorway. I bob down in the doorway and let my hair cover my face, and blow through the curtain of hair and poke my finger through to make a hook which I catch with my other finger. I stand up, bent over, and begin to twine my hair through my toes, until it is stuck fast. I then manoeuvre my body onto the ground, retaining the hair hooked onto my foot. I rock and turn until I am on my back. I lift my legs in the air, with difficulty. I take cotton string from my trousers and loop and throw it to catch onto my toe, and around my hair-rope. I wind and bind my legs until the thread runs smoothly between my toes and I can hold the end of the string and manoeuvre my legs. I'm singing 'Spik or spec, and the hook comes down'. I rock my torso until I am able to get my legs on the floor still caught in the string, and having flipped over I am able to drag my leg behind me as I crawl-shuffle back towards the translucent curtain and through it out of sight.
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