Behold the brand of beauty tossed!
See how the motion does dilate the flame!
…Fire, to no place confined,
Is both our wonder and our fear;
Moving the mind,
As lightning hurled through air…
Excerpts from “The Dancer” by Edmund Waller
I have always felt the dancer creates a new character at play with each motion. Even the stage is a character. A whole society is at work. With each whoosh there is an echo from the human condition. Pain, neutrality, anguish, ecstasy, lightness of being, disappointment, heartbreak, a new beginning, another death. You name it, it’s all there in every smokey move—clear as the light around her that shape the prayer of the dance.