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Conversation in Silence between a hand and a naked body/ FILM & EXTENDED LIVE PERFORMANCE

This piece touches on the topic of intimacy, going through the different stages of fear, comfort, and trust, which one can experience after being completely vulnerable to another person. The vulnerability develops between the agreements of a naked body and a threatening hand, while both of these characters talk in silence giving consent and setting boundaries through movement. Even though, the hand seems always in control over the body, in the end, it also finds itself in a position that demands its trust to the body, making the concept of vulnerability only possible if both parts present themselves naked.

English translation of the text of the piece:

It scares me how my body reacts to your touch. My skin detaches itself from my being only to be closer to your nails, they tear me apart. I tie my lips and I am yours. And in the midst of mercy, I face my ego and in the most epic of battles, I defeat it. Free from it I feel vulnerable and it gives me chills that sweat fear. I am under your power but I demand the devotion of the flames of your fingers and the edge of your nails, they tear me apart. Deep down I long, like every edible human being, the illusion of not being just a bag of bones, blood, and fat. I want to believe that I am more than that and I want you to believe it too. I want you to look at me as if you were to murder that being of mine that is not physical. I am not material. I want you to threaten my humanity, but I don't want you to dare to damage it, I want you to respect it very much despite its imperfections.

I give myself to you without much thought, under the aromatic charm of instinct. I give you this body that my mother gave birth to. Before you is the constellation of my moles that tell the bloody stories of my ancestors. I'm ready to tie my hands and undress you with just my eyes. Be careful with me. Take control of my body. Manipulate every time my muscles contract and every time they relax. My body wants you and I want you even more.

Now take a step back, stop, breathe. Look me in the eyes. Slowly look down at my naked body. Calculate the space of your canvas, feel the material. Look back into my eyes and look at your reflection. Look how I see you. Look at the interpretation that is inside me of you. And now, now do whatever you want with me. Be aware of not letting me slip through your fingers now that you have me in your hands.

Finally, I want you to patiently analyse what just happened. I don't want you to just say it was okay. I don't want your damn conformity. I demand that you contemplate how much it costs me to give up control. I like working so much to control my income and painting to control the image and leaving my home to control my life. Sometimes I see control as freedom. And I have given up and sacrificed everything for my freedom. Still, I hand over control to you. It's not just okay. Is not easy. It makes me uncomfortable. But you are worth it. With you, it feels good. Your art is worth more than my freedom.