There is something in the way my daughter moves that elicits strong physical memories of my childhood. Both of my kids are highly kinesthetic. My son, perpetually fighting imagined villains, never stops darting, kicking, rolling, falling, and slicing- much to my annoyance (grungey floors in public places) and sometimes embarrassment (totally wrong moment as deemed … Continue reading Something in the way she moves…..
Woman watches a stage full of eccentricly collected performers saturated in power, expression, individuality, character, and grace. Instead of seeing each detail, woman feels her way through the action, the story, the statement. The experience transcends vision, permeates the body, infects the core, stops and starts the beating heart. Unable to speak, tears brimming, woman … Continue reading The Body, Part I: A Passion Observed