I then began to explore proportions in relation to attitude. These ‘affective’ proportions were a very different experience to the more structural, physical proportions and connected me to the environment in a different way. I could bring up a memory of grief, for example, and feel the proportion of that affect in present time. I could then try to reduce or increase that proportion through my movement choices. I could exaggerate the hunching of the shoulders or the tightness in the jaw in order to allow the grief expression, or I could relax my breathing and release the holding imprint in my present body to allow a different set of associations and affects to arise.
As a result of my research, it occurred to me that to be ‘in proportion’ with a situation, physically, mentally and emotionally in any given moment, and therefore appropriate to that moment could be one description of being present and in presence.
Associations
The selection and ‘editing’ processes remained my responsibility and would inevitably reflect my autobiographical and artistic themes. For example, my selection of the photograph of the baby doll in the sky, by Dave West, for Proportion in Motion, in conjunction with Jenna Kumiega’s text,

The ‘baby’ doll in that image was simultaneously itself, a baby doll in relation to architecture, (whereas in a previous photograph there had been a tramp in relation to architecture), the baby in the text, an unborn baby in my dreams. Most of these associations could be seen as implicit, evocative and open to interpretation, but my intention was that each could allow a felt experience of the nature of proportions in life. I liked the multiple layers of association created by the various elements in counterpoint.
Carried in her mothers's arms
probably only a few months old
memories
only of her parent’s warm bed
or a kitchen range in a terraced house
Now, standing on the quay-side
a massive metal ship soars hugely above –
vast, inhuman, and impersonal.
It could crush her – an ant – without knowing
of her existence.
It feels like it never ends
Looking up,
searching
for the end of it,
there are the first plunging sensations
of a vertigo
that has never left her. (Jenna Kumiega)