Fourteen poses. One bathroom. Breathe out.
One man, one pink 1970s bathroom, one fixed camera, fourteen yoga poses on the toilet. A completely ridiculous premise photographed with absolute seriousness — premium wellness catalogue photography applied to something absurd.
Nothing changes between frames except the man: the same tile, the same light, the same view of the room. The repetition is the piece. The premise, if anyone asks: yoga on the toilet helps you go.
Draw to the cheek. Sight down the arrow. Hold.
Draw to the cheek. Sight down the arrow. Hold.
Legs crossed, hands open. Nothing is urgent.
Rotate from the waist. Reach the lever. Release.
Bend to the side. The paper comes to you.
Legs wound twice. Arms wound twice. Stay seated.
Take hold of the toes. Pull back. Head down.
Lid up. Everything in. Settle.
Front edge of the seat. Open the chest. Look up.
Round the spine. Tuck the head. Hump high.
Arms straight up. Toes only. Brace.
Legs out in a V. Lean into it. Eyes on the landing.
Face the tank. Arch back. Let the head hang.
Feet to one wall, head to the other. Bow.
Legs to the lens. Fold past ninety. Crown forward.