I have always been in dance classes where bodies spoke. Words were just decorations. Gestures, physical connections, eye contact—were enough.
I love the passing of bodies like passersby. I love how everything can become a performance for an artist. You can create your stage anywhere, portray emotions anytime without justifying. There should be some perks of being an artist. I enjoy disappearing and coming back as if all is fine. In my head all is. That’s what matters.
When you see that individual as someone under a spotlight, all is justified. They are performers in life and their solo act starts pretty much anytime.
Everything is fair in life and…
…under a spotlight.