WRITTEN BY CLUTCH Vol. 5 PARTICIPANT, LOISEL WILSON
I am, in every sense of the word, a klutz. It’s difficult for me to avoid physical objects and navigating through the world is a constant struggle for me. You may say that I am physically unaware and that I live in my head rather than though my body. Two weekends ago, as part of our weekly Clutch workshops, we explored the body. More specifically, the body as prize, possession and art. As a pre-cursor to our body moulding workshop with Tim Manalo, he invited us to the last of a series of monthly discussion sessions on Filipino readings, facilitated by Christine Balmes. Appropriately, our reading for that session was titled “The Filipina’s Breast”, written by Nerissa Balce. It is certainly a powerful title. When I first read it, immediately I was struck by feelings of sexual shame and embarrassment as if the spotlight was on not even two, but one breast, and it was mine.