dance #162, colour-rhythm

Monday June 1, 2009

Colour-rhythm

10:00 p.m. A 5 minute dance in the dining room with rhythms generated by a new painting. There are so many places to dance in this painting. I can’t discipline my eyes to stay in any one spot. The pull of other areas of the painting is strong–there’s no staying still. There’s a distinct rhythm coming up through my creaking bones as I dance. A kind of one-two, one-two-three, kind of rhythm. It percolates up through my tissues, and my crackling spine. Shoulders wide. Eyes darting. It’s the colour that pulls. The boundaries and textures too. Is the painting choreographing my movements? Could be.

Alice tried to face off with a mama racoon who’d ventured onto the patio after dusk. I intervened. The racoon left quietly. It was a grey, cool day. Then the sun came out briefly in the late afternoon and I ducked out for a run.

~ by nmyers on June 1, 2009.