dance #161, brushstrokes

Sunday May 31, 2009

Brushstrokes

11:00 p.m. A dance in the dining room with Blaise’s painting. It is just amazing. I’ve had a chance now to sit with it. My eyes just dance in it. It’s an excitable medium. Eyes alighting on textured boxes of colour and variegated surfaces. Eyes darting. Paint pulling. Sweeping. Gathering. It is a field of affects. Colours. Energies. Intensities. Speeds and slownesses. There are a milion tiny dances in each brustroke. The dance that followed felt like a paintbrush. Legs, arms, extending. Sweeping, pulling. Drawing boundaries between. Pulling paint across surfaces. Stretching intensities.  Alice is at my feet, saying hi. The day was cold and sunny.

~ by nmyers on May 31, 2009.