dancing in the corner

In the bosco I found an old piece of aluminium foil rolled into a ball and tossed aside.

I started to unpeel the layers slowly working out the form. 

I'm thinking of forms like Muybridge's dancing woman. (Reviewing his work, as well as the figures of my family members, their stiff gestures, wanting to allow them to move from the sterile image into such a space as above.)

(I was similarly drawn to a patterned paper towel, which upon peeling, did not yield the same results.)