performance, photographs

walking, crawling, balancing, creeping, gripping, swaying, crab-walking my way around a rocky point in the Narrows in my bare feet, logging the physical sensations as they occur and later transcribing these onto my skin.

deliberately complicating the journey for myself by moving slowly and experiencing a range of sensations on the soles of my feet, as well as elsewhere in my body.

framing the walk as a pilgrimage to revisit the nostalgia of this location where I fished with my father.

noting that the awkward gymnastics required to write on the soles of my feet created its own set of physical sensations, many of them much less pleasant than the walking itself…