Performance Prose

This is the text which was read to the audience/participants whilst they were having their feet washed:

A small un-adventured foot

So precious,

Small.

Tender.

So soft and unaware of what’s to come.

It has such beauty.

PAUSE

The satin

The silk.

Preparing for elegance,

Performance.

The sole of her grace and beauty.

Hidden from sight, neglected, and left to become coarse, and hard.

Hardened.

Hidden from sight, neglected.

PAUSE

A foot which is battered, bruised, and scarred.

The feeling through the foot becomes lost

Lost

Unconscious movement

Wiggling of the toes

Flexing

Extending

 

PAUSE

Dry,

Corse and hard.

The warmth of the water soothes the aching muscles

Loosens

Softens the hardened skin.

Sensitive

Delicate.

Everything washed away

Removed

The sweat,

The dirt,

The skin,

The blood.

STOP

A machine for the rest of the body.

There is no one type of foot,

Adaptable

Agile

Flexible

Strong

Resilient.

The endurance,

Perseverance,

Enabling us to move in ways not natural to us.

Used without thought.

PAUSE

Repeatedly beaten

A foot can be so fragile.

Wounded,

Bruised all over,

Abused from the rough ground.

Bruised

Black and blue

Torn

Bandaged

Supported

Rested

Elevated

Iced

Compressed

Fixed

PAUSE

Days

Weeks

Months

Years

Scars remain

Physically

Mentally

Years of strain and injury

Potentially affecting the remainder of their career

Left with the reminder

Scarring

Pain

Damage

PAUSE

Ligament damage

Joint damage

Scarred, changed

New movement potential

Exploring the limitations of an injured foot

PAUSE

Without thought

No awareness of sensation

The feeling

The feeling becomes numb

Bruised, black

 

Blue

 

Beaten.

Ugly

Veins that are ever prominent

Mapping out the foot

Complex

Full of well formed curves,

Harmonically joined together.

The undeniable ability a foot has

PAUSE

The minuet scars

Cuts

Lumps

Bruises

Caused through our habitual movement

The clicks

The crunches

That happen continuously.

Horrendous

Disgusting

Crooked toes

The scarring tell many stories

The pitter patter on the ground

Years of wear,

scars from running bare footed,

but they still hold us up.

Running from one place to another

 

And yet they will never fail.

The way the ankles point to the sides, presenting themselves

as gate keepers of the foot.

 

PAUSE

“ Those elegant pink silk shoes hide a battery of injuries:

black nails,

purpling flesh,

growths galore”

Something so beautiful,

Hides something so repulsive.

Underneath the beauty.

The beauty, and grace.

The feeling of elegance,

Security

Strength

Completely torn away from the foot

Left to feel free

Hidden from sight, neglected, and left to become coarse, and hard.

Rough

Cut

Damaged skin.

The freedom,

The sensation of the feet finally being able to breathe again.

Relief

Loosening,

PAUSE

Rest.

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