REFLECTIONS ON A BANE.

(previously Living Skin Conference Statement)

BLOCK 1

Legs walking down steps, we look from a profile view. This looong, descending staircase, made of coal and steel, looks perfectly safe to take, even if there don’t seem to be any railings, or have an idea of how high up they are, how wide each step is. The view, is both small and large at the same time. We can only see things through the lens of a small viewport. Behind the steps, white dense groupings move in that way that defies gravity. This pair of stairs, turns a corner, spins the haf part of its torso, with rubber facility, somehow looking at what it cannot see. I count 12 steps down, a 90 degree turn, another 12 steps down, 90 degrees turn, a spiral. It continues down the steps. Ever so slight downward gaze on its face. Far upon this new horizon, layered underneath what made the background for all the above stories, a green line. curved upwards at the seams. Curled lips. No teeth showing, no eyes showing, slowly rising into the height of the sky as we follow [it]. [it] Didn’t want to look up at it, and kept stepping downward. Showers began, drowning the air in speckles and silver dust. These falling made no impact on the stairs, on their surface, but fills up our vision. Each particle stirs more and more, more pour out from the closed green lips now staring rather radically. [it]’s head and eyes were glued to each step. Each one closer to the ground stability, but somehow more unnerving than heights already traveled. The stairs fit in these stairs. They sit nicely in the grooves.