Palissimo's The Painted Bird Trilogy made me think of...
\being able to feel a pattern happening onstage as an audience member and trust the feeling of the pattern more than the seeing of the pattern
/seeing light through the hem of an autumn colored skirt and wanting to see more
\the distance of intention... how far does meaning have to travel to mean something?
/how a man's body fits together
\seeing history in a gaze
/the creepy recognition of knowing the sensations of what the dancers are doing as they're doing it even though you're not doing it with them... the collective unconscious of the kinesthetic/empathetic sense operating
\seeing the side of a face through a sea of backs cast in black shadow
/when the body is the site for questioning the way things work, it requires that new maps be made... all the known, documented ways do not apply
/when a neck looks to see instead of the eyes
\the way the solo performer Jaro Vinarsky (extraordinary performer!) shook at the very end of Bastard, the first dance in the trilogy... how the stage emptied of people and he shuddered like a wet bird while walking on a line upstage... how I wanted to hold him then... how this reminded me trauma in the body... the line in the Bible, "God is found where you have trembled."
/how vulnerable we all were as an audience, and how willing we all were to being vulnerable... the curiosity that comes with that
\atrocity, atrocity, atrocity
I really like this artist's work... Laura Letinsky
A reading of Rilke's poem Go to the Limits of Your Longing
Aspen trees in Colorado