In silence, some stills…salts and forms that exist as possibility inside the cinematic “stick dragging/mark making” that is the film asphalt, muscle & bone.
If you were to look back through the “thousand year windows” of the film’s fat river hotel, witness the formative risk and play, these are the forms and sculpture that presage body, movement, set and costume.
- Beauty is no show –
If you were to look back through the “thousand year windows” of the film’s fat river hotel, witness the formative risk and play, these are the forms and sculpture that presage body, set and costume.
Beauty is no show.
Psychology Tomorrow Magazine, photographer Bill Hayward and The High Line Hotel invite you to participate (express yourself) in a Style Extravaganza
Thursday, September 4th
5 – 9 at The High Line Hotel
180 10th Avenue at 20th Street.
Playing and styling with paint, paper and tape, assemble a “look” for yourself. Work it, wear it, and walk it!. Get glorious and then walk The Hotel’s garden onto Hayward’s location studio for a camera session under the lights.
It’s your heart, your art – the ultimate fashion statement
(it’s free – and we supply the paper and paint)
Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva
It is the best of times, it is the worst of times…
Of love, Asphalt and astonishment
A cinema of mud and Bone
It is the time of Night Blood…
In the great elastic performance chambers of arterial Muscle, the
restless heart gathers blood unto itself,
a nocturnal nourishment sticky with stories,
desire and truth, creation and death,
a tangle of labored roots.
There are invisibles, objects, shades and shadows, snakes and heights, a fumble of
bodies. Random reports of gasoline angels, rust, fear and elusive paint, demons,
electric scatter and temporary soot. Vaginal salts and brackish memory, sperm and
sand. Blue dread, water, forests and -
- always out of reach.
asphalt, muscle & bone – The Fat River Hotel – Room 42
©bill hayward 2014