In regards to perspective, I name myself as the observer. I am diligently aware of my outline of grace, of temperament, appearing as the greatest idea of myself and becoming it. In so much of my observation, I am attentive to those around me. How am I being received? In college, while pursuing acting, I studied many techniques of observation to heighten my sensitivity to the moment and the reaction. I am half me living the experience, and half outside of myself composing the picture in an avian-like perspective. Partially I resist 'letting go' and for that I am aware of my lack of participating. Or am I underestimating myself? I imagine that my fear lies hidden beneath my freckles. Embodying the quality of something elegant or classic affords me the distance and a charm of cool. I am what I think, and I am what I perceive others to think, which is still my thinking. Too much. In this video I am the absence of light. A new moon. I know my shadow. The art of the negative. Perhaps I am dreaming my fears. Grounded in fantasy, I still create my reality. The power of thought released into space I create to make the way for an infinitismal vision to connect with the other to connect to myself. Am I more vulnerable? Is this quantifiable? Contentment is not outside of me. There is no 'other' in time. The conception of tomorrow saves me from owning what I fear today. The 'next time' veers my path into another spiral of ambiguity. Taking the lead, leaning on someone, creating a conversation and sharing the humanity and humility of what is, is what I aim to align with. I deem this a worthy goal. I deem this a worthy thought in process. Welcome to the reflective water of a rehearsal studio in Chelsea. I do enjoy all of the angles in the river, Blue Danube.
Like a poem. A dancer, a painter, an athlete, an actor, a singer, a writer, a model, a teacher. Free to play. Symphonic imagination. Monumental thought. Writing artfully. Reflection from great perspective. Convergence of insightful visions. To shift and seek. To reach and discover. To the city connecting those who are aware and listening. To inspire wholly. To redefine and consider. To enjoy. To participate. To emerge.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Coincidentally a silhouette reflecting
In regards to perspective, I name myself as the observer. I am diligently aware of my outline of grace, of temperament, appearing as the greatest idea of myself and becoming it. In so much of my observation, I am attentive to those around me. How am I being received? In college, while pursuing acting, I studied many techniques of observation to heighten my sensitivity to the moment and the reaction. I am half me living the experience, and half outside of myself composing the picture in an avian-like perspective. Partially I resist 'letting go' and for that I am aware of my lack of participating. Or am I underestimating myself? I imagine that my fear lies hidden beneath my freckles. Embodying the quality of something elegant or classic affords me the distance and a charm of cool. I am what I think, and I am what I perceive others to think, which is still my thinking. Too much. In this video I am the absence of light. A new moon. I know my shadow. The art of the negative. Perhaps I am dreaming my fears. Grounded in fantasy, I still create my reality. The power of thought released into space I create to make the way for an infinitismal vision to connect with the other to connect to myself. Am I more vulnerable? Is this quantifiable? Contentment is not outside of me. There is no 'other' in time. The conception of tomorrow saves me from owning what I fear today. The 'next time' veers my path into another spiral of ambiguity. Taking the lead, leaning on someone, creating a conversation and sharing the humanity and humility of what is, is what I aim to align with. I deem this a worthy goal. I deem this a worthy thought in process. Welcome to the reflective water of a rehearsal studio in Chelsea. I do enjoy all of the angles in the river, Blue Danube.
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