an arm turns to show the soft skin
the part easily pierced.
a foot twists quickly.
hand a foot move together, the head shifts side...
Our bodies are one entity - a working moving communicating machine....
beautiful in all shapes and sizes.
what if that unified machine had a moment of complete disagreement in itself.
If the parts began to act out on their own?
As if the thoughts that might buffet your mind got a hold of your arm or knee for a second.
I know harmony lives somewhere in this piece...but I think we have to find the dissonance first.