In a multi-dimensional universe, where the choices we make create the space-time reality we occupy (established in respect of the deterministic laws and relationships that govern it), art tunnels a wormhole. Art ties a topographic knot into the continuum, allowing us a mediated portal to a different world. For a few brief, illusory moments in time, art sheds light and creates space for a deeper truth to emerge, one which might ruffle the fabric of space-time in strange and incongruous ways.
A chronicle of nose growth.
'...changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose:
they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character - one has to begin too far back.'
― Henry James. The Portrait of a Lady.
Saturday, September 6, 2025
Friday, September 6, 2024
Life is a process where letting go is the only constant
When people are gone, we live with our memories of them, we curate what they mean to us, we erase wrongs.
They become who we want them to be, and we get to become who we would have wanted ourselves to be when we were with them, and let the human who has moved on be at peace.
Friday, August 30, 2024
Love is a many-splendid thing
"I never realised that the best things in life are hidden in the most mundane things."
"Love is a feeling you can’t hide. You don’t plan it out at all. It makes your head spin. It paralyses any sense of logic with an incredible destructiveness. The ecstasy caused by love can numb your senses to an extent where you don’t even feel the pain of death. It’s incredibly dangerous."- Eve, Ep 6 (K-drama)
It surprises me how a script that is translated from Korean to English can be so powerfully eloquent. Truth is universal.
It's funny how life works. How the things you fight so hard for can suddenly be rendered meaningless by a change of heart.
I'd always felt convinced that whatever my path, that my life's work was to do something good for the world. To make a difference. Or something cheesy like that.
A point of honesty is reached when you realise that maybe the world doesn't actually need that. It doesn't actually need me. That maybe altruism is only a form of disguised egotism (I do think egotism gets a bad rap, and that it's an essential part of the human condition, the human will to survive and thrive, but that's another blog post perhaps).
That perhaps my life's work is simply to let the world be (good, or not), and appreciate what, or rather who, comes to me.
Thursday, July 4, 2024
Eye square
Saturday, March 19, 2022
Transcendence
“Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. ...Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.” - Ludwig van Beethoven
Robin Spielberg's TEDx talk brought me to tears. She told stories about her experience of music's power to heal, to provide catharsis, to soothe anxiety and change the brain. Around 13 minutes into the talk, she describes how she went into a nursing home to play. Disappointed at the quality of the piano, the lack of applause, and lack of responsiveness of the audience, she decided she was just going to go into the lala land of her music and get through the hour. As she was leaving though, a nurse came up to her, and told her that it was amazing, all of the connections she made. The nurse described how one of the patients, hearing her play 'Moon River', had been singing along, speaking for the first time in years.
For me, vital, life-giving importance of art lies in its powerful ability to connect to our human experience. It transcends in a way the best efforts of the prefrontal logical mind cannot. It transcends the individual narratives of our lives, speaking to us as though the creator intimately understands our inner world.
As a choreographer, I would probably wouldn't pick myself to be the performer that breathes life into the work. But I am grateful for the chance to shape and share in the numinous experience that is music and movement. In that moment, I am uplifted by that which comprehends mankind, but mankind cannot comprehend.
Monday, March 14, 2022
Not that anyone needs another opinon
Tuesday, March 1, 2022
Thursday, March 11, 2021
Non-sands and breeze-blocks
The sands of time make a heavy trove
a chest unlocks and heaves
a sigh -
I see you
in the glimpses between
in sunlight and blue skies
in white sand and surf
in counting knots
in sweet abandon
in memory and music
I close my eyes, or leave them open
it matters, not
as it dissolves today and ten years ago -
I edit my life
in a blink.
I am happy
and thoughts of you
in breezeblocks
are best left unaltered;
would that they could be washed away
by the tide of time
and the keeping of a life
much richer for having had you in it
but all the more so for not;
Cognitive dissonance swells
memory cements
as life informs wisdom
and impulse slips by
a chest unlocks and heaves
a sigh.
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
Friday, May 15, 2020
the art of letting go
the super ego prevails
heartbreak of the id