Saturday, 1 December 2012

Japanese rope bondage at Bound - third visit

Maya
Someone said 'A beautiful piece of emotional torture' to me the other day. Who was it? What was he or she talking about? Damn.

Oh well. I'm at Bound at the Flying Dutchman in Camberwell with the artist Rose Hilton, who's astonishingly Zen-like after a hellish journey from Penzance, and my friend Heather who leads a life of respectability in Putney.

Heather remarks on how calm and friendly the atmosphere is. The hostess, Nina Russ, treats everyone like a supremely honoured guest.

Rose sits on the floor in a drawing trance. She's never seen anything like this. I'd hoped to watch her and pinch her ideas but I can't see her work from where I'm sitting.

Dr Phil is a French electrical engineer. He instructs people in rope bondage which he studies with masters in Japan. 'It's all about working with cabling,' he says. Tonight he ties two women and decorates one of them with paper windmills which catch the draught as her body rotates in suspension.

A high point: Red Lily ties a man.

Nina - a delicate, birdlike Italian - hauls on the ropes with all her negligible weight to hoist MaYa.

Nina points out that my blog is about drawing from an uncomfortable position.

Nina looks at me.

I look at Nina.

'Just a couple of fingers or something,' she says hopefully.

It'll happen. Or something.



Dr Phil



Red Lily tying





Nina

Maya and Nina







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