A bizarre movement poem.
A creature that playfully, without thinking, discovers the world and plunges itself into the present moment. On the border between abstraction and narration, Wobbly balances itself precariously above triviality. As a ball of unimaginably massive problems suddenly untangles, we are confronted with emptiness and oversaturation and our inner world begins to glow with color. The driving force behind this quirky movement poem is the desire for the heart to leap.
