Following a noon concert, I stole a couple of hours in the sanctuary of the Old Dutch Church in Kingston, NY. Soggy sun bled through these ambers, clear and warm. White ceiling, red carpet--ripe for ceremony without the heft. There was silence of the type that jogs the memory. I could hear my heartbeat which reminded me I have a heart-with blood pumping in and out every second. Air, blood, flesh, refraction. Design illuminating systems we didn't design or animate.
Hip-hop dance offs=instant happiness. Sometimes, I seek them out when I need some sunshine. Today, this led me to Les Twins (skip to 2:06). Brothers from Sarcelles, France...self-taught...Watching them anticipate each other, matrix out each moment, own, and create it has been exactly the fresh wind this stuffy room needed. So far, they are my most favorite finding of the year. I mean, I love them. They choreograph as well..for very, very real.
...is green and long and filled with baby animals at this time of year. I swear I'm in a cartoon. I've seen baby foxes, woodchucks, deer-cavorting around with their folks in the woods of the Upstate. This weekend, I'll head toward that land of fortification where we braced ourselves against everyone else bracing themselves. In the process, it all softened.
While pining for the past, we made such good friends. I miss you, New York City, though we're probably better long-distance pals.