Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Dance of Gold Canvas
direct link: Dance of Gold Canvas
A performance piece, hints of the epic, the metamorphosis that life is. Age and grace. Frivolity and art. Pain and laughter. Humor and seriousness.
In the dance I speak a poetry whose volume I dimmed to just below audible. A poetry below the threshold.
And of this nearly silenced subliminal speaking? It's part of the motion poem. A tantra. Dance, the journey of the soul, guttural, the women crying for help during the tsunami, women in war, survival, a Blakean crawl across the canvas at one point and I allowed some words to rise, utterances, Butoh not in style but expression perhaps in parts, and of strength, empowerment, and the fecund, the buds of spring about to burst, Boticelli's Primavera, the rich earthy tapestries of the natural world, and Zen, laughter at the absurdity of life, and love, love everywhere, enjoyment in the body itself, sensuality, a wit, humour. Dancing with shadows of the self was intriguing in the editing, as was slipping between colours of a rich Buddha saffron and the smudging shadows of black and white. Editing itself a psychic process, shaping a moving poem.
How a video comes to be is almost surreal. Magic in the editing. I enter a state where time doesn't matter and think it closest to the dream, the mind's most deeply creative process, where you're exploring something, and you're not quite sure what it means, or where it's going, but are fascinated, compelled.
A dance poem, an enactment, a one-act play. Perhaps in this piece something visionary, in that there is resolution to the conflict, the paradoxes, in the process of art itself, in the dance of the self.
Self-conscious but daring to anyhow, give everything you've got.
The dance of the self within Krishna's cosmic dance, the spinning painting of us on the canvas, the dance we all share.
Performed, videoed and edited by Brenda Clews.
Background music by arnoldsrecords, 'There's a hole, there's a wall.'
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Without memory, the fragile present disappears.
blog: Rubies in Crystal
art and writings: brendaclews.com
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