Behind the Skin: a year of music and movement

Exercise #1: To move from one end of a room to the other, shedding our skin as we go. I lower myself to a crouching position, feeling the cool wooden floor beneath my fingertips. My breathing is anxious. I feel myself pulled flat and begin to crawl slowly forward, each limb taut as cheese wire. I pause frequently and place my pulsing forehead on the floor. My entire body feels compressed, sore. I stretch one arm out in front of me and one leg behind me. This offers some relief. The other arm is stretched out in front of me now and I’m dragging myself forward by my fingertips. The sensation is what I imagine pulling myself through quicksand might be like. I become vaguely aware of

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