We know labour as something which constantly calls us to toil. Sometimes we may find it to be compelling, but often we experience it as overly-consuming, a burden and a disruption. In this regard, it is said that labour causes 'fragmentation' – it divides or splits us from selves; from the things we love and do by choice.
But equally labour is a love: it is intimate and particular
in its pull on us; it is sensual in the way it brings us into proximity with
things, places or other people in tactile, sensory ways; it makes us and trains
our bodies to move in ways which serve its end, be they elegant, poised,
studied, awkward or brutish.
The recordings below are but fragments of demonstrators
performing their 'labour'; but fragments can be very revealing of these extra layers to labour which
we too often forget…
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