dance #245, night nasturtium

Saturday August 22, 2009

Night nasturtium

After midnight, I cup my hands around a bright red nasturtium flower growing in my garden. I reach down and take in the fullness of its night-time scent. The smell is intoxicating. Round at the bottom. Fast rising in a crescendo, peaking in sweetness near the top. The dance begins with a low swooping and rises up in a funnel shape.  Scent is transduced through my body as feeling rising. Body as sensor, as media for propagating sensation. The night is chilling after this long sweltering week. The day threatened rain, but did not deliver. Alice is insistent while I dance and draw. I make another left handed drawing.

~ by nmyers on August 23, 2009.