Silence. All eyes are captivated by the small, dark green mass on stage right. The mass shakes and begins to wriggle, its black and green strips of material quivering as the creature struggles to release its arm. Unnerving, clock-like music begins combining xylophonic instrumentation with an eerie presence onstage. Soon, strange, dramaticized movements sprout limbs … Continue reading hatch.
Dance is such a raw form of expression. With words we can mask our motives, with facial expressions we can guard what we truly mean. But dance – dance is your entire being expressing publicly what is on the inside. It is as if we have been flipped inside out and we are demonstrating our … Continue reading Continue Dancing
Simple, quick movements Smooth, tranquil hands Steady, rhythmic breathing Silent, knowing composure Beautifully, intricate works of entwined art Explicate generations of woven wisdom
Gentle rain in the morning, softens the dry, cracked ground. Fog offers praise toward the heavens, can you hear its sound? The Son awakens dampened eyes of the morning dew Souls revive, refresh, and renew
All my thoughts toward you Float in poetical verse And I like floating.
Our eyes, alight, meet Briefly. And no one else sees Each smiles, gleefully