This photographic narrative describes dance as a way of connecting to the divine and the underworld. It is a form of meditation and contemplation, in an attempt to explore our existent life structures. - - -
from despair to a sharper view of the world.
A thousand hands float in the air.
One single movement embodies a day in life. How heavy that state of mind where we are the boat which navigates something so large that it’s impossible to grasp, where in that place where we going no thoughts are allowed . It takes years of practice to be present, just floating around. We might reach the destination but the most probable way out is to get lost.
Trees don’t hold onto their leaves. They grow and part away. They are present and they are past but they aren’t future. It seems like a new day is just the same, but it‘s not. As the days pass, the tree keeps growing and gets stronger and so do we.
The hands keep dancing, calmly. He closes his eyes and moves with the wind, or where his spirit tells him to. Intuition calls. It’s a dance that brings us close to something impossible to describe. We don’t guess the future but we feel the rain is coming and a child will always run in the opposite direction. If we close our eyes, we know where to go.
Slowly moving around a space, chasing the underlying truth. We belong to an unknown mysterious place where the feet are earth and our hands on fire move through the air. No one to tell you what intuition really means. Water is just water, you don’t ask why there’s so much of it. The world is all round and it sets us on fire. Dancing stars, do not ask why. So we move. In and out of consciousness.
Floating boat under the dark sea
No one sees it
It goes unimagined
Imagining a world, where no one sees us
Eventually we too pause.