Triptych with Flesh Frames

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To hold one

A grippy body lock
Of muscle block
A tight fist of
Clinging on
In tissue
For fear
For trying too hard
For not having to feel
Or fall
Into lightness or
Sometimes anything at all
In that numbed up of flesh
Holding back
Bracing against
Sometimes with good reason
In the Past

Holding on for the dear life
Throbbing gamely anyway
In veins clutched by
A wincing heart
Is still a little squeeze of love

To hold two

I once cupped a human head
with the invitation
to know that space

was swelling away from
my hand back

also with the image
(somewhat absurd)
that the head I held
might know that space
as well

and spill
a sense of selfness
through scalp flakes and
hair locks
and my warm fingers
into a wider
(seemingly miraculously).

So there’s me bending to brow
thinking, silly to think open as I
but heads, fingers
and the whole quivering thing
unfolded a touch

To hold three: an auto frame-up

To be making a solo for yourself
To be inside the frame you hold for yourself and therefore dancing the dance you make with your hands full
To be trying to define the edges of what is seen by someone else without fully seeing it yourself and so to be seeing by feel for a while
To be trying to hem in your own sense of careening chaos and urges to overreach or flail about in general whilst at the same time being the one to decide what of that is real content or is best left out
To be making a work within a work within a work, a solo that is part of your career and a window on your life
To be humbled and released incrementally in the knowledge that you can’t hold that window open for very long, or even recognise sill, jamb or head without touching or holding the gaze of another

By Amy Bell

With thanks to the Pebble Trust Flourish Bursary and to Liz Aggiss, mentor extraordinaire, for support in developing my installation work, TOMBO(Y)LA..

Fernanda Prata

Image credit: Fernanda Prata

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