Interface

What I mean by a body is an interface. An interface is the beginning of the idea of a body. A body is just a complicated interface.

The body needs to be constantly made up according to the hit and miss interface that pop it into a certain figment of what it is possible to be. That reduced back down to one singularity in the instance in which it is figuring in that way and no other.

The ease of a body is the timing to become what it must become right there and then.

It is the usability of playing out every interruption. To swerve in and out of missed placements. To reorientate and align further down the road. According to another point of attention one perhaps occluded in the disturbance and yet one that the disturbance inadvertently sign-posts in a continuous motioning that is becoming emotion. (O.k, the ing on the end of becom-ing is from Gilles Deleuze, french philosopher- a whole book about "Folds")

Emotion is the interface playing with a multi-directional off and on sensing of what is possible, and making it so.

Emotion is the body becoming.(Deleuze there you are again) It is also our thought. The stacking of interfaces to accumulate into critical points. To become more than would be considered or conceptualized or felt in only one take, or one place-in any one bounded part of the operation- in any solitary body. Yet where every instant- every fractional edging into place between one surface and another at whatever scale, is a key in the body becoming.

The interface is a questioning. The more interfaces the more questioning. This questioning hones in, situates within a shored up inter-relational mass of moving parts.