Convergence
In the past week I feel like the long distance runner knowing the end is in sight. For me—365 days of writing about release. But that's not the end. It's the beginning.
No, I'm not intending to continue plodding on chasing release like a greyhound pursuing a mechanical rabbit. I think the act of releasing, or to release—is a continual cycle.
The question for everyone, for me, becomes one of peeling away the layers and levels of disclaimers before you reach the place where you engage.
I think of Korean fan dancers whose movements, shaped by politics and religion, is both elaborate and spontaneous. As the dancers move their painted fans create the illusion of flowers and blossoms.
Synchronize a line of dancers into a fantasy of one dancer and the flowing movements become one with a wave's repetition and undulation.
The audience engages with the wave, feels the energy and the repetition.
No, I'm not intending to continue plodding on chasing release like a greyhound pursuing a mechanical rabbit. I think the act of releasing, or to release—is a continual cycle.
The question for everyone, for me, becomes one of peeling away the layers and levels of disclaimers before you reach the place where you engage.
I think of Korean fan dancers whose movements, shaped by politics and religion, is both elaborate and spontaneous. As the dancers move their painted fans create the illusion of flowers and blossoms.
Synchronize a line of dancers into a fantasy of one dancer and the flowing movements become one with a wave's repetition and undulation.
The audience engages with the wave, feels the energy and the repetition.
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