Magic is making the impossible possible. Magic is dreaming in color. Magic is dancing to live music that sounds like thinking and looks like clouds. Magic is the moment when inspiration strikes and movement rains forth like a torrential downpour. Magic is the moment of orgasm. Magic is poetry, music, dance, and design frolicking in the same sandbox with the seriousness of a child at play while making a statement as silly as a belly laugh in a war zone. Magic is the silence of a roomful of people captivated by the collective experience of kinetic art. Magic is the intake of breath before the lights hit skin and the dance begins. Magic is finding a kindred spirit and knowing that words are unnecessary. Magic is the cathartic release of sobbing. Magic is casual human contact among strangers. Magic is melting a hardened resolve with unexpected beauty, elegance, and grace. Magic is asking the tough questions. Magic is finding the answers. Magic is holding hands with a baby. Magic is the collective conscious choosing hope when faced with despair. Magic is the elevated experience brought on by the element of surprise. Magic is making the ordinary elements of daily life extraordinary through an artist’s surreal vantage point. Magic is a happy accident stealing the show. Magic is solving the linear equation to create a circular event. Magic is running when the rule says walk. Magic is finding the lines within the color. Magic is the sound of waves crashing on the beach under a full moon. Magic is the fragrance of Spring in the morning. Magic is the art of illuminating life – onstage, and off.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Magic, cont'd.
Magic is making the impossible possible. Magic is dreaming in color. Magic is dancing to live music that sounds like thinking and looks like clouds. Magic is the moment when inspiration strikes and movement rains forth like a torrential downpour. Magic is the moment of orgasm. Magic is poetry, music, dance, and design frolicking in the same sandbox with the seriousness of a child at play while making a statement as silly as a belly laugh in a war zone. Magic is the silence of a roomful of people captivated by the collective experience of kinetic art. Magic is the intake of breath before the lights hit skin and the dance begins. Magic is finding a kindred spirit and knowing that words are unnecessary. Magic is the cathartic release of sobbing. Magic is casual human contact among strangers. Magic is melting a hardened resolve with unexpected beauty, elegance, and grace. Magic is asking the tough questions. Magic is finding the answers. Magic is holding hands with a baby. Magic is the collective conscious choosing hope when faced with despair. Magic is the elevated experience brought on by the element of surprise. Magic is making the ordinary elements of daily life extraordinary through an artist’s surreal vantage point. Magic is a happy accident stealing the show. Magic is solving the linear equation to create a circular event. Magic is running when the rule says walk. Magic is finding the lines within the color. Magic is the sound of waves crashing on the beach under a full moon. Magic is the fragrance of Spring in the morning. Magic is the art of illuminating life – onstage, and off.
What is magic?
I'm writing my answer now for inclusion in my friend David London's zine. He's a magician... a fierce magician. I can't wait to share my answer... but for now, what's yours?
Pics & video from the Cirque du Soleil performance soon. It was one of the most fulfilling artistic experiences of my career. The poetry, artistry, integrity and passion that each and every cast member possess inspires me to continue on this path and reafirms my belief in the possibilities for excellence in all things.
Some experiences surpass all expectations and actually achieve an ideal.
I am blessed.
Salim, the Gardener of Hope, is pictured. :)
Monday, April 20, 2009
Pics & Such
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Pics from the Dominican Republic SOON!
And REGISTER for Hip-Hop Master Classes with Leslie Scott - 4/22!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Cherry Blossom Ironies & Tak PAK Oddities
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Sewer Children - Deeply Disturbing
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7983880.stm
Roman police find sewer children
The children were found in sewers close to railway stations |
Italian police have found more than 100 immigrants, including 24 Afghan children, living in the sewer system beneath railway stations in Rome.
The children range in age from 10 to 15 years and are now being looked after by the city's social services.
They were found when the railway police followed up reports of children living near the city's stations.
The police say they do not speak Italian and broke into the sewers by removing manhole covers.
The charity Save the Children Italy says that more than 1,000 unaccompanied children arrived in Rome last year from various countries in Asia, Africa and Latin America.
Container stowaways
Railway police had been following up reports that groups of homeless immigrants were living in unhygienic conditions in and around Rome's three main railway stations.
Police said the Afghan children appeared to have arrived in the Italian capital as stowaways on board trailer trucks arriving from Turkey and Greece.
Some children were sleeping at night in sewers under the railway station to shelter from the cold, police said.
The number of foreign minors arriving in Italy has risen substantially over the past five years, according to children's charities.
Roman police also recently discovered groups of illegal immigrants from Bangladesh and China living crammed 20 or more to a room.
As fast as the authorities find them proper accommodation, their places are taken by new arrivals, the BBC's David Willey reports from the Italian capital.