Today I witnessed a reflection of Gavin and a reflecting Gavin. I am still unsettled by what she expressed when she walked silently across the cold floor.
Still more unsettling, the stifling gymnastics of competitive high-school percussion ensembles I sat through, stinging my eyes and ears--an overhead projection.
How can we possibly know what to do now when the past is so fraught with hazy half truths and the future is so awkwardly unknowable?
Sensible words become poetry. Random gestures become dance. Noise becomes music.
Not once, but again and again.
This is not desire anymore, it's need.
An Exploration of the Juncture of Dance, Music, and Poetry to be Unveiled on January 26th and 30th, 2011
Monday, December 13, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
What happens when the air stirs the branches, the wings fly around the room, and the world turns to parts? What made us the happiest?
We are turning to each other to find out.
Come see what Gavin, David, and Joshua are discovering.
https://www.hulahub.com/event?id=123135
We are turning to each other to find out.
Come see what Gavin, David, and Joshua are discovering.
https://www.hulahub.com/event?id=123135
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