Photo: Estefanía Crusellas
Her bones are of Carrizo
The body of a dancer, strength and flexibility
Repetitions and improvisations
Ancestral choreographies play out in the movements of a human-kite-wind waltz
The perfect synergistic relation of reed grass and polymeric material
The logics of plastic in convivial spaces
Simultaneously sealing-off, and thrusting-with
Configuring ourselves among string constellations
Ravelling and unravelling with the insatiable demands of wind
Mapping string figures and getting lost in the tangle
Running to catch up with her speed, pulling/pushing
Seeking those spaces of calm where she’ll agree to hold us, but only for a moment –
Then we are back again – in her dance, she is the lead, we try to keep up with her
To hold her for a moment,
But she taunts us with only a glimpse of what it feels like to pause, to be held, to be soothed –
To be in the palm of her hand as she watches us and laughs at our naïve attempts to follow her steps
She pulls us down the mountain side, stumbling through tall grass,
Hidden are the compositions of earth-moss-rock and hole –
The perfect way to catch a gringita who tries to follow her steps
We rely on the intersections between land, hand, string, plastic and wind
Criss-crossed pathways,
The collective movements between each part frame a desire to hold a connection –
One hand in polymorphic rhythm with multiple others
With a slight shift, the entire assemblage is reconfigured
Our fingers burn as she pulls our strings
Sometimes, unpredictable movements bring us closer to the suspension we yearn for,
Where all of a sudden our footwork is of hers, and we’re dancing
In tiny moments of weightlessness,
she lets us glide
she dips us –
yet, caught up in her romance
we lose our place
And she drops up sharply to the ground
We plummet, with no apologies to follow
Kite pedagogies do not abide by human reason
Rather, they call on us to take seriously the agency of worlds that exist beyond a human eye –
To listen and respond to their urgencies
Repetitions and improvisations
Alex Berry
‘This piece is part of an ongoing and collective conversation with educators, Estefania Crusellas and Marieli Castro at Santana school in Cuenca, Ecuador, who have generously shared this dance with me.
With gratitude to Cristina Delgado-Vintimilla who provokes us to consider what choreographies sympoetics might put into motion.’