Sometimes I am anxious putting myself into ropes. This time I planned a painful shape, which I experienced before passively, but not on my own. Made a test for the top part and was kinda happy. On shooting day it was the second tie, and tiredness was crawling up slowly. My thigh skin was a little wound. Don’t be whiny, I said to myself, choosing an extra thin rope for the waist part. The bandage allowed me to cheat around the spine, but not much. Wondered what Johannes thought behind his camera, but decided better not to think about. Finally I pulled up my legs, fixed the feed and gently lowered my chest. But there is nothing gentle in this shape. Immediately a heavy bend was forced into my spine and, like always, just a minute for the shooting, if at all. Out of breath and with a red head I pulled myself up. And got stuck. I asked Johannes if he could lift me. Telling by his look, he must have thought I was kidding, or what is this crazy chick doing here! He lifted me.
I felt heavy but could free my feet. And he safely put me down. During the pause we had nuts and orange juice, and got ready for the next round. I remember the ropes got stuck again and it was dramatic. I had tied my hands pulling upward and my waist pulling downward. It was a standing position and I could feel my back getting tired. Johannes hurried again to get the shoot, befor shuffing under a chair to rest on. When the drama was over there was a lot of relief and survival fun.

Photo: Johannes Wewetzer