between a rock and a hard place

The fictional space between a rock and a hard place. This is a space that separates purpose from intent, meaning from question. A distance to travel blindly, an illusion to maintain,
an itch of memory.

This project continues my interest in the ways non-verbal communication is projected through our bodies. In A Lover's Discourse, Roland Barthes speaks of the subtle gesture of intimacy as a "festival not of the senses but of meaning." A meaning that does not come from anything we say, for spoken language often is unable to properly express emotion. Yet, the descriptive language used to describe our feelings relies heavily on inadequate cliches that refer to both the loss of language and the body, like the simple I have nothing to say,or I have something to get off my chest. The story fragments add another layer of fiction,
another point of departure,
more blind beautiful words.

naomi potter
© ivystar 2001