Friday, March 01, 2013

Dear, "Dynamic," I forsake you this week.   What could be more important than a commitment to understanding my body's perceptual knowledge and to push through the discomfort and inconvenience of being a performing artist each and every day?  Not very many things, but those few things shaped almost every single minute of every day this week.  I tried to practice you riding my bike, in shavasana, laying sick in bed, in the hospital waiting room, and staring at the still canvases of James Benning's remake of Easy Rider.   I failed.  I will probably fail again.   It's actually a relief.

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