ART, BALLET~DANCE


Today Is Such A Day 2017 (Small)

 

There are days
When a perfect wind trembles the sails with desire to set forth
A world full of beauty
Today is such a day

My eyes feel as the rising sun
Which keeps its promise of life with each morning’s come
The celestial sphere caresses Earth in full tenderness
With a gentle breeze
Like it does to every beating heart
It moves its arms around and captures one’s soul
And love takes over
And beats its drum
“Contain yourself if you can before my beauty”
Silence is golden when dancing ecstatically with the beloved
And a kiss remains the selfless owner of our lips

The day when a perfect wind trembles the sails with desire
Then love must begin
Such as today

 

Kubo

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The Light

 

Perhaps the realm of the real is a vision every soul must see in each grain of sand where a mind can unconsciously communicate lies to itself alone.

Till an artistic scientist finds a way to preserve a memory with its feeling, a heart remembers what’s perceived, and its quality be far from perfection.

Thus living in the moment is simply greater for others than some, and the hardest thing to teach an artist is how to tell acting from improvisation.

The difference in between acting and improvisation is the knowledge of allowing one’s heart to not know what the mind doesn’t either, and the ability to self-express with another’s expression.

If a dancer ever gets a second chance within, he shall rid of all the technique he had received, and reveal himself in the form of artistry which feels good even when nobody is watching.


Mikhail Baryshnikov & Sergei Polunin

Unaffected

 

While every lifespan is a journey, and beautiful life is the destination; a soul who achieves goals and delays his journey, makes others believe in its destination. Yet, how poor a heart gets when it gives up its passion, and pays someone else back in his own coin.

Since a simple mind needs a simple explanation for the rise and fall of all men; be the artist who hopes that the richness humanity accumulates can teach what each spirit wants to learn thereupon, and whose fascination remains unaffected by his fame.

Do not ever judge a fool who has experienced love but questions it over and again; offer him another chance since he knows not how first instinct is often the very best path when timely articulated; and regret only all the good you could not do.


Johan Renvall

Apples to Oranges

 

Every curious man dreams of a mentor who can explain things the way he can comprehend. Yet when he finds him, he realizes that the guru is interested in teaching him what he does not want to learn: A living can only be dead till it realizes it, and a portal that can power itself, will take that wayfarer wherever it goes, but will also keep its size. The destination would feel too big or too small as a reality, unless its course stays in the same frequency.

Withal the timely knowledge which makes humanity omniscient about nothing; we are now more certain than our predecessors that comparing apples to oranges is unfruitful, and the pursuit of happiness within may be the noblest journey for humanity as the gargantuous knowledge of eternity can only be fruitful to a generation which is born from an ego already at peace with its alter ego.

Since the loved ones getting hurt by its truth is our worst fear, and evil comes naturally to any soul who cannot get used to rising by uplifting others when walking in darkness; the most truthful person would have to believe that love is the force which makes happy without understanding, and that he cannot trust he who assumes sorrow behind a smile, anger within love, and reason in silence.

Perhaps to make time stand still, a true artist would have to be first anachronistic, then confess to follow no one, and lead nowhere. Like a magician who believes that no other casts a spell better than he does; he should demonstrate both decadence and indulgence simultaneously in the precious moment, which may be his only chance of capturing a shadow of the divine perfection.


Circassian Dance

 

Indulgence

 

Darkness works at its best when experienced from a distance, like the stars that are seemingly shining brighter at night afar; and a mind must fill out its sentient blanks with the quality of love to fulfill a heart and soul who has been running from himself.

Essentially, a true artist is a child who simply could not see the same place in time differently; and his lovesick view which stays unaging at heart, makes no leader for a fickle world of common hatred, unless they agree upon changing for the better.

Once they are part of a forever wandering singularity whose clear image is as it wishes to seem with a heart lighter than a feather; forgiveness shall become the only constant as a moral reform, and the indulgence a living should ever need.


12 String Blues

Insanity-Art

 

Insanity surely feels like a mind would, who could never fall in love because he had another choice.  Furthermore, his heart desiring to act free like the wind, should have to first survive the eye of a perfect storm, and then tell its story apart:  Any find whose promise a soul (who believes that miracles are the only act of God) adored before ever meeting, creates a destiny at peace with certainty, where every wrong becomes right.  And like love, while it is born modern, turns contemporary, and yet matures as classical.

The secret to life besides its self-healing evolution, is seemingly understanding the new heights that which curiosity leads talent towards (the manifestation when one must teach others).  Alas, the mortals who misinterpret the meaning of:  Perfection exists only when an artist (who is imperfect at heart and soul) comes upon a masterpiece true to its grandeur in the moment (wherein the greater good cares not for a currency, but its use for the better); continue to invest in a vulgar competition for its ownership.


Grebes

Covet

 

While passion is the most addictive elixir which amplifies a heart’s true nature and emotional intelligence; the best way to repay the good deed any soul owes to another is kindness.

By stealing hearts off from its chests and beating them on the body and soul; dancing turns common thieves into noble spirits, and mends even the most blemished hearts with that sterling goodness which praises no covetousness.


Demon Fox Song

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