|Space: LPAC 3
Dispersed, elaborated and localised intimacies cluster and move between the complex webs of you and I.
Drag lines and spindles of utterances.
Scalpels teasing tissue apart.
Peculiar occurrences of confidence and trust, wonderment and astonishment manifest, unannounced from our reassembling and disassembling of events that unfold, processes that cascade in our designed moments of actions, performances, makings and unmakings.
Sometimes it means that someone thinks I love them. Or that they have love me. It gets all mixed up.
Perhaps we can figure out how to occupy some of the pauses, lapses and moments within this conflicting and confusing concept of intimacy.
Kira O’Reilly uses her body as a moving, investigating object, articulating a fraught formalism and emotionalism in tense “dances”. Hers is a 40 year-old non-dance trained body attempting to dance at the edge of some kind of capacity and some unnamed ground; falling, tottering in syncopal swoons and deep breaths. She re-negotiates her relationship with her audience into immediate and intimate dialogues, which are tender, troubling and always astonishing.