author: Hugo Hedberg

The blob talks,sings and moves

The Blob Club mix

I am a blob. I am a cloud. I am a lump. What are they fictional characters I inhabit? How can I enter a fictional body that can dance in another way.  I can move like tall person, I can move as dog, I can feel like tank of liquid. I can dance as a blob. A blob is a kind of entity that has no shape. It has no specific knowledge but at the same time it can absorb anything. An object that never strives towards a definite form. The blob allows me to reach an energetic and sensing state where anything can happen.

The dance takes over and I start to think of the dance as something outside of myself. This way of thinking allows me to be with the dance, toaccompany and witness it. It co-exists outside of myself and inside myself. I stand on the threshold. 

I am tapping in while zoning out

I am trying to enter the in-between, The Void.

I want to relax in the void, careful and curious

I never really want to get it

I am witness, I am witness to my own movement

The object is a witness to my movements

The movement quietly observes me as I go 

I quietly observe the movement as I go 

Together we forget what we observed and just go.

We laugh, we stop, we look, we listen, it goes away, I go somewhere and it comes back when I go around the corner. We talk, we go again. I befriend the dance. Withholding is beautiful.

Lil Mooni

 

Lil mooni

a friend in the sky

an observer in my pocket

I see you around the corner

crossing streets to get a glimpse

I am a half moon

A moving transition

Going forward and around

Spinning

Transitions and periphery

When we move we need to transition from event to another. The transitions consist of three stages; An ending, A neutral zone and A new beginning. These stages can be repeated and become a tool to create unexpected turns. When the transition has exhausted itself something new can arise.

When I do the periephery I can see it all. The objects in the room receives a character. The green water bottle is my friend. The pilates-ball is an old acquaintance.

A green blob

I am thinking about a cowboy

 

I am over here and it is over there. Sometimes it’s over here and I am there, then I really want to go there but all of sudden it comes to me when I am here. I don’t even have to go somewhere.  I can just be, here. 

The slime runs through my body

you are a mystery but somehow you belong to me

the slime runs through my body 

my dancing is a dancing cowboy

my dancing is tapioca pearl 

I am dancing cowboy 

my thinking is tapioca 

my thinking is cowboy 

I am dancing a tapioca pearl 

I am thinking about tapioca 

I am dancing with a cowboy 

I am dancing with tapioca 

tapioca is dancing with me 

the cowboy does not want to dance