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Cathelia is walking on the long road. All is the desert around, she is bared feet, naked neck, and wading across this land. Going ahead. Going back. Going to the Water of Life.
Cathelia, Catherlia, walking on the desert of land. She is having her period, blood dropped into the arid sand; all drunken. The toe cap worn, no longer incisive and bright, it loses the direction pointed her way of next.
Is it the Water of Life? I cried.
“It is the Water of Life!”, Cathelia cried.
- |By two laps|
- |Walk a snow|
Meet her lover
Pure harmonious hilarity
” Have the tea, please.”
The day, I was going to Blank Space to see the exhibition A Higher Calling.
It was the first snow, those atoms of me in my body and air were calling for a walk in the snow, and so I walked, and missed the exhibition.
They said, “the Black Space is not open today”.
In the higher calling of a day-walk in the snow in a call.
All feels like on the edge
All with an urge
In white, and her red.
Hello self-critical essay
Learning from my previous experience, it was easy getting into the situation of losing your voice when you were writing. To keep the drive, I set my character down at the beginning; it was a half-man who had no place to go. This was a helpful strategy, I also felt freer to write when not regarding it as a story about me. In addition, just like what Neil Gaiman said, your characters are part of you and will gradually separate from you.
My character had gone through five stages. In the beginning, he was just so happy that he felt love and warmth suddenly and wanted to say that out. Gradually, he felt there was something not very fit. He began to think about why and felt disgusted, and he fell into sadness later. In the end, he calmed down and only wanted everybody could be fine in the coming Christmas. It seemed random, but what my character faced was just the gap between unideal reality and pure love and one’s native wishes.
After finishing the draft, I started to think about how to perform it to my audience- I decided to use the robot’s voice. It used s digital voice to say those strongly emotional sentences, and the contrast between the robot’s emotionless voice and my content is what I want my audience to feel. It showed the mixture of detachment and zeal and created the view of an outsider; like the set of the empty stage, the robot was watching everything in distance.
Moreover, I created many pauses between sentences or words when the robot spoke to provide space for the audience to feel emotions. One of them asked me how I made this, but the emotions were not from the robot’s tone but from the audience themselves. This is also why I love performance; it is the result between the performer and audience, and it must be real.
Overall, learning from this experience, I will also focus more on the organization of show and my computer skills next time. To become a better writer, I will keep practising my English, keep thinking and creating, and more importantly, keep living my life with a bare heart.
“Memories are sensual images captured by our body of any experience of living. They are inside us, deep and running in our inner energetic rivers. When memories get out from our body they do it in impulses of movement and sound. Emotions are a result; emotions are a movement—— a consequence of memories, impulses and movement.
Our dance is the external movement of our inner movement. Our ideal dance is that happening inside and outside the body, linking both.”
From Gustavo Thomas, my teacher
This is our December workshop. It contains four sections. We work in a small group online. I would like to express my sincere thanks to my beloved teacher, Gustavo, and everyone who participated.
“I RAISED TO MY LIPS A SPOONFUL OF THE TEA IN WHICH I HAD SOAKED A MORSEL OF THE CAKE … SUDDENLY THE MEMORY RETURNS. THE TASTE WAS OF THE LITTLE CRUMB OF MADELEINE WHICH ON SUNDAY MORNINGS AT COMBRAY … MY AUNT LÉONIE USED TO GIVE ME, DIPPING IT FIRST IN HER OWN CUP OF REAL OR OF LIME-FLOWER TEA.”
Peeling the Onion
Layer by layer, Günter Grass reveals memories.
Skins beneath the skin.
Grass: “So, in order to complete this patchwork of memory, I started to peel the onion. Rounding out layer by layer, the onion seemed suitable to me to expose what had been and had disguised itself in the course of time.”
I was moved that time listening to him.
记得他还说了一句： appeared the truth
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