people ask me the classic question, “why do you dance?”
a lot of my answer has to do with my infatuation with movement, music and physicality. but one of the real aspects of dance that i treasure is space.
space. it is the nothingness. but it holds the potential for all somethingness.
i still am amazed at an empty room. the open space, the lack of something calls me to it, so i may be the something. so i fill the space.
and in turn, i feel as if the space fills me. empty rooms and i speak the same language. it is because i am alone. i am alone in this nothingness and the only something, is me.
there is a thrill. there is this high that is difficult to describe with words.
when there is music, the nothingness, and i-there is a relationship. a flow between the nothing, then there’s the something-me. and the music fills in the rest of the empty space. so i am alone-but not alone.
it is a balance. a balance in which i find my peace, my rest, my content. i am at home. i am alone-but not alone. the music is my bestfriend. it can intensify my mood, or make it weaker. in a sense, i am dependent on the music.
there is not much to say. in short, i need space. i need the nothingness to fill, it fill with myself-with my somethingness. my somethingness.