Beauty

Chosen family.

Chosen family. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Chosen family. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I spoke to my beautiful friend Billie last night.

We’d been trying to connect for weeks, without success, and then finally the stars aligned.

It’s comforting to be back with someone who knows me so well. Who loves me so deeply.

Her little boy asked if “Luke was our family?” 

“Why, yes…he is”

We are a part of each other’s chosen family.

Which is an honour for me.

A real honour.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,267

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Nebulous and sharp.

Nebulous and sharp. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Nebulous and sharp. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Life is fleeting.

The edges and shape of it are blurry and ill defined.

It is painful and joyful.

All at once.

Generous and selfish.

At the same time.

A moment crystallises and then evaporates.

Nebulous and sharp.

What next, then.

What next?

Love

Luke

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Day 1,260

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Lovely.

Lovely. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Lovely. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

The sun was lovely today.

Through windows.

In the car.

On my skin as I hung out the washing.

Lovely.

Just lovely.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,223

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To the brim.

To the brim. Drawing Luke Hockley.

To the brim. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I am full.

Full to the brim.

Grateful and relieved.

Enriched,

Tired and inspired.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,181

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Disconcerting and beautiful.

Disconcerting and beautiful. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Disconcerting and beautiful. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

The days of the week have no meaning anymore.

It is strange and beautiful and disconcerting when that happens.

I’m on holiday.

Life is not being sorted in the way that it normally is.

This is that time of year where I can find it hard to hold onto the threads of myself.

I tend to let go of my early morning writing of this letter, letting it slip into later in the day and then later in the evening. Last night I completely forgot and got lost in a movie and making a pair of shorts and it was suddenly midnight.

I panicked.

Funny that. It’s only me that knows or cares whether I write this letter daily or not. But I have promised myself this, and until I decide to change that agreement I don’t like the feeling of not fulfilling that promise.

This morning I have woken up early and worked out what day it is (it’s a Sunday) and have sat down to write to you before the day gets underway.

Like normal.

It feels like it is time to come back to this thread.

Love

Luke

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I am nature.

I am nature. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I am nature. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Being with nature.

Putting my feet in the grass.

Picking the spent gardenia flowers from the bush, so that more can grow.

Looking at the growth of the Japanese maple leaves.

Seeing the striking red of the feijoa flowers blooming for the first time.

Picking some mint so I can bring the bright aroma into the house with me.

Being with nature?

Yes. It's my only option.

I am nature.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,106

The dancer.

The dancer. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The dancer. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

We watched a film last night called ‘the dancer’ about the artist Loie Fuller.

She was a dancer who changed the way we view movement and the body.

She was a fierce pioneer who forged a path as an independent woman at a time when that was a long way from what was expected of women.

I’ve known about her work since I studied as a dancer at University.

But I had never seen any footage of her actual dance.

It is breath taking. Even now. With all the amazing effects and trickery we have access to…Loie did a simple astounding thing. She created a flowing dress that she inserted sticks into the arms of and she drew pictures in the air by moving her arms (and body) through space. The effect is like some outrageous, mesmerising sea creature. She was also at the forefront of using lighting, mirrors and stage craft to create dramatic effects.

When I watched this fictionalised version of her life and this dance last night I was very moved. I fell in love with dance again. I think I realised why it is so important to me.

Around the turn of the century (when the 1800’s became the 1900’s) human beings reinvented themselves by redefining their relationship with the body. Women were the major pioneers at this time. Mable Todd, Loie Fuller, and all of the body practitioners and artists who followed them, asked questions about how movement worked and began to challenge the clothing that contained the body and stopped it from moving in its natural ways.

It was a rediscovery.

An attempt to undo the damage that was done through ‘progress’.

Watching this film I saw how political the body is. And how these contemporary pioneers of movement, reacting against the restrictions and anti-gravity aspirations of the ballet, were changing the language of human movement in a way that laid the foundation for the freedom I now benefit from.

I was moved, and very grateful.

Love

Luke

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Being everything.

Being everything. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Being everything. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

When the light punches through the clouds in shards of joy

I can understand why humans invented god

What other possible explanation for this miracle?

How could this be explained

In any way

Other than an omniscient being?

I can’t help but wonder

If this invention

Made us separate

From the real miracle

Of people

Being nature

And nature

Being everything.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,042

Beautiful men, incredible women.

Beautiful men, incredible women. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Beautiful men, incredible women. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

My good friend Chris is about to become a Dad.

It seems to be a trend at the moment.

The beautiful men I know are in relationships with incredible women and together they are making and raising children.

Chris and I were talking last night, and they are up to that bit where they just have to wait for the baby to come out. They have done everything they can do to get ready, now, they wait.

When I think of Chris being a Dad it makes me smile and feel hopeful.

The three of them are going to have all that uncertainty, all that not knowing what to do or how it all works, but they are going to have each other.

And having each other to laugh with, to cry with, to hold and nurture and make plans with…having each other to discover the world together with, well that’s it, that’s the ball game.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,015

The joy of listening.

The joy of listening. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The joy of listening. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Before I performed this show (Listening by Hand) I wondered if listening for 4 hours was going to be exhausting.

I don’t know where I got this impression from. It sounds like it might be exhausting.

It wasn’t.

Not at all.

It was a relief.

The structure for my listening performance is very clear and simple. Which makes it possible for me to settle into this role. What this structure does is create a set of circumstances that mean the person I’m listening to can take care of themselves. I’d love to say that I knew this was how it was going to work, that that is why I created this particular structure, but it was a bit of an evolution, tweaking and shifting the thing as I learnt about it.

However it happened it turns out that this structure creates a sense of calmness and safety for me as the listener. I come out of the experience having listened to someone make sense of their own world. I come out having had the opportunity to experience the world from a perspective that I could never live, I come out changed by the things I have heard. After the experience I feel like I can breathe.

It seems like the person speaking has a special experience as well…but you would have to ask them about that.

I’m so pleased that this work is a joy to perform.

So pleased to experience the joy of listening.

Love

Luke

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