Moving Stories of Women Community Project
“Why should we dance? Because we can.
It’s a gift we have been given.”
“My body is not satisfied, it wants to move, move, move. My body speaks it’s own language. I want to learn that language.”
“My body is a nutshell, cosy in its state of enclosure, reluctant to open, distrusting of the outside world, not ready to crack open… yet curious, tentative, testing, then retracting… protective of my heart, wrapping arms around my body…. “
“She looks tired from all the folding, the doing-ness of the day. So much to be done. A tear wells up from my heart. One day I will not be here to see the folding of the cloth. This ancient ritual of cutting and measuring; a woman’s practice. She only stops briefly to rest and feel the cloth or her under skin underneath her breath spaces forgotten passed by in the business of folding cloth layer upon layer corner to corner making ends meet.”

The Moving Stories of Women was about women learning to speak the language of their bodies.

Two intentions merged to create the project- to raise public awareness of expressive dance and movement therapy in Western Australia, and to share the beauty and wisdom of this work with more people.

We took a group of twelve women, some dancers, some not, through a series of nine workshops over nine months.

They learned to tune in to their impulses, follow their own rhythms, recognize their characteristic gestures, and try out new elements of movement.

Most importantly, we gave them spaces to unwind, spaces of silence and emptiness that for most women are so rare. We gave them questions and prompts during the workshops to stimulate the written responses and drawings that you will see here on the walls. We gave them fabric and buckets of dye, and let them loose. We took them to the beach in the wind with metres of coloured fabric and asked them to close their eyes. We put them on imaginary stages and they sang, danced cried and shone. We invited them to lay on the floor and just breathe. When they where ready, they gave back to us, allowing themselves to move, allowing themselves to be seen.

And, we recorded it all.

Marie photographed the women, each and every session, all day long. None of these photos are posed. None of them were lit or photographically staged in any way. She worked with available light and fast film, enabling her to respond and document as a women from within the group. The images where printed in her darkroom on Ilford Portfolio Paper.

We devoured each morsel of writing, typing it up and carefully patching it together with the photos to create a collage of femininity.

The images, stories, artwork and fabric in this collection are captured moments in women’s lives; feeling, embodying, sensing and expressing themselves through movement. It was a wonderful journey, deep, long and difficult sometimes, but filled with the juice and succulence and the joy of being women.

It will be sometime, and probably only through hindsight, that any measure will be made by each woman of the value of this particular community dance project. It will be different for all of us.

None of it would have been possible without the commitment of our group, or the generosity of our sponsors and supporters.

  • Artswa
  • Canwa
  • Government of WA
  • City of Fremantle
  • Creative Spaces
  • Constellation Films
  • Moores Building Contemporary Art Gallery
  • ANZ Bank
  • Imagesource
  • Digital Artworks
  • Mark Brophy Estate Agents
  • Safe Tac VRD
  • WPC

Exhibition: Photos, Stories, Artwork and Fabric
at The Moores Building Contemporary Art Gallery
14-23 May, 2004

Rebecca Byrne – Creative Director
Donna Hamilton – Project Manager
Marie Foster - Photographer

 

She was totally immersed, enveloped by the wind, the sand. There was a peace in her that was so precious and so beautiful. No pain, no extra stuff – just here and now and in her body in the fabric in the sand.”
"Sheltering in veils
setting sail
pretending wings
playing flying, falling
we struggle together
creating beauty,
surrendering to the landscape –
This is where I am.”
“I am hollowed out by the wind. I am the only person in a big world. A world of wind and sand and seaspray. I am playing with the wind, part of it, pushing and being pushed. No resistance. So this is what it feels like to be part of nature. No thought, just existence. Enormous yet just a speck."

“An old woman lies breathing, slowly, close to death – and rebirth. Her movements now are those of timeless creation, the slow, slow moulding of the earth. And her movement is of all the women she has ever been and ever met. They are stirring her memories and moving her last breath. Once she sang with gusto and danced with fervent joy, once she ran 1000 miles and fought 1000 battle, but now she is breathing her last breath (feel the weight of it, the relief of it, the coming home. And she is here, and gone.”

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