Rolling is a short record of a Brazilian jiu-jitsu class at my local gym in East London. Shot before I joined the classes, my filming functions as a familiarising measure but also a reminder of my terror in participating.
Another question inhibited me around this strangeness:
“How can one be this close to a body and not get carried away by erotic desire?”
Baffled (and therefore inspired) by these violent embraces, I grew curious about the seemingly unintelligible repertoire of movements that are explored in a martial art class.