me kissing you: me kissing Norola

Sunday, March 11, 2012

me kissing Norola

I met Norola Morgan last summer when she and I were in the cast of Framing Bodies: LOVE ME, the dance film by Frame Dance Productions. She says it was her first experience performing in that way, but nobody could prove it from looking at her.

He main creative outlet is making art dolls. I actually haven't seen any in person, but I intend to soon. She has some on display at Zen Art Space in the Galleria. I'm usually in the Galleria once a week or so, so I have no excuse to not go see them.

I met with her and Donna (the first one I kissed, back in January) today to talk about a project for the fall. It was an energizing meeting, with many ideas bounced about. It's a bit too early to announce anything, but it's going to be fun. Great even.

I also have to post this:

This is a photo of part of the form I ask my kissees to sign. Norola not only signed it, she sealed it, so to speak. (I obscured most of her signature to prevent those of you who would go around writing bad checks, forging her name. You know who you are and I'm not facilitating your crime spree!) It made me laugh. And it tells you something about Norola---and why I'm excited to work with her in the fall.

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about this blog . . .

So 2011 saw me dealing with a bad 2010 by posting a picture of myself, taken first thing every morning, as some kind of conceptual art project. You can see all 365 blurry, bleary photos here.

As it was, at it's core, a response to loneliness, I knew it was not something I could or should sustain beyond the one year boundary I initially set for it. But I sort of liked this photo blogging thing . . .

So I decided the next logical step was to reach out to other people. Not just reach out, but cross some of my own comfort zones and kiss them. Not on the mouth, not in a romantic or sexual way, just a kiss on the cheek.

So, this year, I plan on kissing as many people as I can. I won't even try to kiss someone everyday, but in various situations, I may just ask someone, "hey, can I kiss you and photographically document the event?" If they say no, no worries, I'll move on. If they say yes, I'll say, "I have this tiny release form granting me permission." (It is a tiny release form, postcard size.)

It's a small way to get me out of a rut I'm in and also to spread a little love. In the ancient Christian church, there was the custom of the "kiss of peace" (which survives in liturgical churches today as "passing the peace," usually signified by a handshake). I think of this exercise as something of passing the peace, too, of offering a kiss of peace to whoever will let me do it. And document it.

Wait---there's more! You can be kissed, too! If you're in the Houston area and would like to be kissed by me, let me know. Or if you're coming to Houston. Or even if you're not in Houston or coming to Houston, but want to be on a list of potential kissees, in the event that I might be traveling to where you are (I get up Austin a few times a year, I hope to get to Chicago this year, etc.), let me know that, too. you never know where I might pop up. Email me at neilellisorts (at) yahoo dot com.