Torpor is a state of the body, somewhere between stupefaction, prostration, nonchalance, dejection and abandonment, a state that evokes renunciation. A curious sense of strangeness circulates in the most secret parts of the body, taking hold of viscera, tendons, muscles and blood. The skeleton itself seems to float on the edge of dislocation, provoking a suspension in time and space that questions the urgency to move, pushing it away into an indistinct future.
This state of the body can also generate a form of sensuality, even a languid grace. Contact and the relationship with the other then begin slowly, tinged with a heavy flavor. Heat, the cause or consequence of the disorder, invades the body; the skin seeks fresh air and the touch.
Collapsing becomes an epiphany, a delicious languor.
The challenge of this project is to once again summon bodies, space and time, to give form to indolence, to find a rhythm for slowness, and perhaps invent a new, lazy grammar for daze.