Is it wrong to stare and stay transfixed in front of a cloth covered human who is devoid of anything except occasional pose variations? Faceless, ergo emotional less, the poetic form of a woman held my attention for far too long.
I couldn't get over her white figure translucent against the black back drop. The only discernible, identifying marker was the lighted floor panel that created a moon beam behind her and shone across her and created the most magical shadows.
She was amazing, graceful and artistically beautiful. This woman with not one piece of skin showing was teaching me the true meaning of reinventing yourself.
The simple message of evolving to a new shape was relatable and loudly playing on the tape recorder of my psyche. Gentle moves without emotional consequence.
Today, I will make new movements...quietly, changing shape and giving way for something other than what has been seen before...I am ready. Shedding the old & blindly dancing into a new form.
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