first year (2003) in college, 'the dancer project'.
yes you heard it right...we had to design objects for a certain dance or one we choose to direct and perform..just the thought of it excites me all over again.
i remember standing on the stage, with my back to the crowd i thought they could hear my heart as well.
my so called dance was no dance at all, but a series of movement/jesters. fractions of the daily movement we make in everyday life. all i did was allowing them to become slow..very slow..so slow you could appreciate the smallest movement.
stop. think.
how many things/mussel's /body parts/thoughts/balance/direction do we tend to put in the smallest step we take. gratitude.
pause. think. feel.
