I want my figures to be like puppets, but with no strings or pupeteer.

 I want them subjected to external forces. Their limbs pulled upwards, sideways and all over. A kind of uncontrollable squirming which looks to hoist them upwards and deny and contradict the gravitational downwards pulls. The weight of meat againt the lightness of the spirit and idealism force from above them.

 The life and movement is thus searching for something artificial. A motionless form which is being moved about by something outside. Ultimately the meat and weight will win out. Ultimately however alive they seem the stilness and deadness will be revealed.

We reamina trapped in the flux of the movment, attempting a performace within a little stage set but in reality collpasing and falling apart and stuck in the moment.