“Draw this,” Harrow said, stripping off his coat. He stood on a low platform, arms loose, weight on one leg. “The pelvis is a bucket. The ribcage is a birdcage on springs. The spine—a flexible rod with twenty-four locks. Find the tilt.”
He shifted his weight. The standing leg became a pillar. The other leg, a pendulum. His hip rose on one side like a drawbridge. “See? When the machine walks, it falls forward and catches itself. Grace is controlled falling.” the human machine george bridgman pdf
She titled the drawing The Last Tilt .