Sunday, June 7, 2009


This weekend I found myself at a memorial service/party and in the presence of two dancers from the Kokoro Dance group:

They performed - the two figures in a painstakingly slow manner, made their way towards each other.

I could see their limbs quivering, like there is an inner-struggle to maintain the pose and control of the body, repressing tension within.

Sometimes, they would pause in a contorted stance and it conveyed to me in those few moments, so much grief and yearning...and a bit of random beauty.

The two meet in the middle and move in harmony, but then slowly, heart-wrenchingly, they peel themselves from each other, stepping away backwards.

I found that at the end of the dance I involuntarily closed my eyes, I didn't want to let any new images into my head after that. I felt a bit silly, but when I opened my eyes I found a woman across from me just opening her eyes too.

I think Egon Schiele would love this kind of dancing.

Monday, June 1, 2009

things I live for #1


Oh, his beautiful music...this is what I feel like when I play it.

Too bad Chopin would probably be writhing in his grave
if he heard me butchering his work
with my clumsy fingers.