The Hold Solo performance, in association with Huguette Caland exhibition, Tate St Ives, Cornwall (UK)

Spoken scripted text, recorded music & soundtrack, latex catsuit, yellow microphone cable, acrylic paint, tissue paper, ink, satin ribbon, perspex lectern, gallery seating (25’00). Photos: Kirstin Prisk

 

An exploration of the word ‘HOLD’, engaging with the forms and themes present in Caland’s work. Re-configured memories of holding and being held, intimacy and distance. Through a combination of a spoken scripted text, a recorded music soundtrack, costume, and sculptural props, the work strikes a delicate balance between suggestive and explicit content and a transforming of private experience into public expression.

 

SCRIPT:

 

Part 1 – BEHOLD!

 

I put this on to feel good tonight

The realllll dealllll

So smooooooth

Liquid

Liquid

Firm

Serious

Sexy

Sexy

 

Firm

Serious

Sexy

Sexy

 

We own this!

We own this, tonight

Don’t worry!

Don’t worry

We own this

Tonight

 

No worries

No way

 

Our heads held high

No worries

No way

Heads held high

 

Part 2 – HOLD ME NOW

 

Do what we want

We pleeease ourselves

Do what we want (whisper)

 

I’ll take care of you

Let me take care of you? (whisper)

I want to make a home with you

But still be free

Be held when we both need it

 

Do you need it?

 

Our hearts beat so fast

Ripe

Fit

To

Burst

 

Within our skin we flow alone, but, tidal together

Like thosssssse waves. It’s true!

 

Your hair, the sky

They cut into each other

I like to run my fingers through them both

 

How do we come together?

In a perfect world

How do we come together?

 

Like a puzzle

 

Fit

To

Burst

 

Part 3 – IN THE HOLD

 

Pressed down

Zipped in

As close as close can be

 

Floating, in this space

From one start to one finish

 

Right now

Hands in the air

Put your feet where the picture of feet is

A position like your under arrest

 

Does this airport ever close?
Does this looping ever stop?

 

On this plane, either side are strangers

Kim often meets people on planes

Just say hi Susie

Just say hi

 

Our arms and legs at right angles

We plug our ears

We fill our heads

 

You have a child

It’s resting on me

Gently asleep on my shoulder

A mix of understanding and irritation

Do I want one?

If so the time is

sooooooonishhhhhhhh

It feels so good when I hold one in my arms

Like holding my old cat

 

I watched a video, you can put it’s arms across it’s chest

Much like a brace position, if this plane crashes

 

Limbs folded close

Swaddled

The baby feels safe

 

Part Four – HAND HELD

 

A comfortable nesting

Loose in my grip

The first thing

I’ve forgotten

I’ve forgotten

The first thing

 

Scrolling

Suspended

Pulling

Checking

Updating

Touching

Looking

Feeling

Scrolling

Pulling

Checking

Updating

Touching

Looking

Feeling

Suspended

Scrolling

Checking

Checking

Checking

 

Our beds are the perfect place for this

Alone but together

Squeezed into the palm of our hands

I like to hold you in the palm of my hand

 

Eye to eye

thumb to thumb

heart to heart

thumb to heart

‘LIKE’ 

I can’t put it down (whisper)

I can’t put it down (whisper)

I miss you 

 

Part 5 –  HOLD ON

 

Fully formed

Fully framed

Held tight

Together

 

Fully formed

Fully framed

Held tight

Held tight

Together

Tonight

 

Our hearts beat

 

Surrounded

 

Submerged

 

The pool

A warm bath

That sea

A film, in the dark

The limbs of the people

Weightless

 

The water, turquoise

The tiles yellow, green, red

I feel so glad

The little girl with the magenta swimsuit and orange floats on her arms

I was held by it all

 

Everybody needs to be held

What a pleasure this all is

What a pleasure this all is