Goa Gajah Temple, Bedulu, Bali
She watched us from high above, having been sent by her mother (who tended the Temple grounds and ran the fresh coconut stall) to fill a bottle at the stream of holy water near where our group was practicing. It was our final session at Goa Gajah and the theme was practicing as audience.
The pace was very measured. As she entered the space I think she felt a kinship with the atmosphere in which people spoke with their movement. Maybe a childlike sense of curiosity or wonder or play. She wandered among us, listened to individual movers and sometimes expressing herself -- she waved her washcloth in the air, and hung by her arms from a tree branch.
This place was her natural habitat, and she understood the practice of audience. In the photo she is playing at being invisible right behind Prapto. Shortly afterward she started singing quietly to herself while he spoke to the group.
........................................Posted by Katya Bloom
She watched us from high above, having been sent by her mother (who tended the Temple grounds and ran the fresh coconut stall) to fill a bottle at the stream of holy water near where our group was practicing. It was our final session at Goa Gajah and the theme was practicing as audience.
The pace was very measured. As she entered the space I think she felt a kinship with the atmosphere in which people spoke with their movement. Maybe a childlike sense of curiosity or wonder or play. She wandered among us, listened to individual movers and sometimes expressing herself -- she waved her washcloth in the air, and hung by her arms from a tree branch.
This place was her natural habitat, and she understood the practice of audience. In the photo she is playing at being invisible right behind Prapto. Shortly afterward she started singing quietly to herself while he spoke to the group.
........................................Posted by Katya Bloom
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