Human rights in the mist

I watch the world’s movements. It turns with the same steady footstep as always, but the humans aboard become frightened, startle at shadows and . . . make decisions tainted by their imagined or promoted fears.

“An Intimate Dance”

Contact Improvisation as a dance form isn’t concerned with how it looks to move — en pointe, arabesque, step step turn! — but how it feels to move. It is not about the surfaces of the body in movement, but the spirit that moves the body…

ghost-prints

With the moon still under the Atlantic, there were stars, and neighboring houses whose lone lights flickered between the trees, to light the way. The world was more shadow than path, and the shadows were filled with cricket sounds and other, more furtive, nighttime feet.