We Are All Made Of Stars // SPILL Festival 2016.

In October 2016 I was chosen to be one of five writers who would attend Live Art festival SPILL and respond critically and creatively to the performance works. All of the pieces written by the full cohort of writers can be found on the SPILL website HERE.



We Are All Made Of Stars, performed by Johnsmith 

There was a bud.
There was a bud responding to breath.
There was a bud which trembled with every breath.
There was a bud that trembled in colour.
There was a colourful bud.

There was a bud that glimmered with colour.
There was a bud that glimmered with hues of blue and pink.
There was a bud that shone a brighter shade of blue.
There was a bud that made the whole view blue.
There was a bud that filled the body with blue.
There was a bud that filled the body with the brightest blue I have ever seen.
There was a blue bud.

I felt my own body tense up, a strange unsettling in the pit of my stomach and an overwhelming wave of who I am and where I came from.

There was a bud that filled the body.
There was a bud that pressed against the body.
There was a bud that trembled, pressing against the delicate parts of the body.
There was a bud that trembled, forcing it’s way towards growth.
There was a bud that I wanted to grow.

There was a growing bud.

There was a bud that I willed.
There was a bud that I willed to open and grow.

I willed the bud to open, because I wanted the body in front of me to return to a place of comfort and safety. I wanted to ensure that there was no harm to come to this delicate hybrid body that sits within us all. The body was both born from, and ready to return, to nature.

There was a bud that grew.
There was a bud that grew with beauty and grace.
There was a bud that grew with the love of an embrace.
There was a bud that opened petal by petal.
There was the body of a bud.

There was a bud that grew from the body of a flower.

I was conscious of my own body. I wanted to feel the bud opening up and the comfort of nature wrapping it’s arms around me once again.

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