12.17.2011
有緣
12.16.2011
tw ceramics- 2- 台灣陶藝
12.13.2011
get up and WALK
everything that you think you know about the world. Strip yourself
naked, down to your very bare skin, bones, blood, and flesh. Stand
empty with your bare feet upon the full Earth. Feel your heartbeat.
Feel the Earth's heartbeat. This is your home. This is your body. The
Earth is your home. The Earth is your body. Give thanks. Feel the
silence of all the dirt, all the plants, all the stars, sun, moon,
animals, wind, and stones. They are awaiting your truth. Shout your
name into the depths of the deepest canyons, cavernous mawing mouths
of endless stone welcoming your freed voice and bared flesh. Shout,
and feel the echoes! Climb atop endless ancient massive stones, and
feel the wild wind ripping away all your masks of lies, self-doubt,
and societal uglification. Feel the absolute, rawly painful, and
infinitely beautiful truth of your very self. Gaze upwards at night,
and raise your arms upward to touch all the zillions of stars,
planets, Milky Way, and galaxies uncountable. Inhale all the magic of
the Universe into your stomach, core of your body being. Exhale all of
your pain. Exhale all of your thoughts. Exhale all that is not you
back out into the ether, to be transformed by the heat of the day's
sun back into the beautiful nothingness of all the everythingness.
Compose poetry to the browns, golds, greens, and reds of the
desertscape as you stride, kilometer after kilometer, through the
maddening silence of your own breath echoing through the stones and
austere cacti begging for hugs. Touch something more ancient, real,
and utterly magnificent than anything you have ever experienced in
your life. Become truly ALIVE. Jump, dance, frolic, play, be. Lie on
rocks with eyes closed, staring through hooded eyelids at the sun, and
into yourself. Feel your truth. Get up, and walk your beauty into this
world. Get up, get up, get up, and walk.
12.05.2011
matriarch
12.03.2011
cks with mama
11.28.2011
BREAK THE BOX 把盒子破開來
11.24.2011
sprouts and spices
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11.22.2011
pain- 疼痛
11.16.2011
body language
how do i take a simple movement and make it authentically my own, infuse it with meaning and emotion. a simple step can be infused with love, hatred, sadness... anything. teacher is giving us all the same choreography to infuse with the meaning of four lines from a poem of our choice. how do i fuse my body with the music so that there is no separation between music and jiling. my dance is the music, is my body. how do i establish rapport with each new partner i dance with. we all know the same choreography but express it in different ways. how do i remain patient with both myself and others as our expressions push against each other. how do i be less self critical in front of the mirror, and authentically say a loving "thank you" to my body as we pat ourselves down at the end of each class. teacher says that pain is good. he says is a certain movement gives us pain, then keep on doing that movement until the pain leaves. he says that if there is pain, then it means we need to keep on doing it. there is an obvious feeling between good pain and bad pain, and i feel like i can push myself more. i don't yet know my body's limits, but i do know that i am growing marshmallow soft here in the big city, and i don't like it. i feel most alive when i am getting lost in the mountains, clambering up big rocks, sloshing about barefoot and sticky in mud, following all the mnyriad patterns and twists of rivers and waterfalls, and carefully poking my way through bamboo forests filled with spikes and snakes. how do i place this passion and life-force into my body expression? am choreographing a five minute dance piece that i want to be fully infused with jiling life energy, desert energy, forest energy, and a story that everyone can identify with.