Aberrations of gravity: Heidi Gilpin
I felt violent shaking, I heard everything crashing around me, but I saw nothing. To see the earthquake was to see those moments of instability that are the focus of this text: moments that are invisible until after they have passed. You see the wreckage of the forces that shifted during the Los Angeles quakes, but that moment of shifting is inaccessible, even in memory. I saw nothing. I have only a memory of the sounds and sensations of physical shifts in the walls, in the ground. This inability to see that moment of movement is the paradox of performance. Movement is a traumatic event.