The colors blending together in an impressionist painting,
The jasmine blooming under the midnight sky,
Beautiful is the way I feel when you kiss me.
Fingers of interlacing passion, tacitly touching,
Eyes so flawless like the morning sky,
Sleeping slumber so still and perfect
The beauty is that moment.
The laughter of a lifelong friend,
Sitting in silence and listening to every word spoken,
Beautiful is old fashion connection validated with a smile.
Sunlight bouncing off the cream city bricks creating shadows that tell a story,
A heart, just like a flower, opening up when the love that is this light shines.
Beauty is visceral,
Beauty is captured,
Beauty is this moment.
"Love me before the first cup of coffee
Love me when I awake with no make up to cover up
Love me for when I am quiet
See my imperfections
See my scars that I can not cover up
See my eyes seeing you
Understand me as I understand you
Understand life is an imperfection
Understand me as I understand myself
Love sees to understand"
The lines etched in your palm are the branches in my tree of life,
I knew you before you were born,
A thought of joy,
A passage of wisdom,
A life cycle completed,
An embryo growing inside of me.
I imagined your smile,
what infinite possibilities of each new day would bring to your life.
I imagined your tiny, soft, uncalloused foot in my hand for the first time.
Never expecting the cord of our connecting life source would wrap around your neck,
Ending the gift that you were to become.
The branches on my tree fell.
A moment never to be had.
A dream never to become.
A touch never fully realized,
A life cycle completed.
An embryo no longer growing inside of me.
how do you feel when the light of a new day touches the face of the one you love,
do you feel like flying,
do you feel like becoming more than who you are,
do you feel like you are becoming who you are suppose to become?
The lines etched in your palm are the branched of my tree of life,
Fingers and palms intertwined, opening, closing finding balance,
The back of your index finger tracing my check bone down to my parted lips,
Your warm renewing breath on the naked nape of my neck,
Timeless, spaceless and formless touch transcends our bodies.
At heart, I am a storyteller.
As a child, in my grandmother's backyard, I would create for all of her friends a "theatrical spectacle" of dance, song and storytelling that would travel from a swing to an apple tree to the prairie field next to us.
It is no wondering that I grew up to be an artist that tells stories through dance, theatre, music, and now film.
My inspiration is the world around me and all that I see. I believe poetry to be the essence of language. Dance is the essences of movement and film captures life in its visual essence.
Love is the essence of living and creating art from this place, allows me to be a conduit of creativity expressing this. One of the love stories in "Touch" is inspired by my parents, Johnny and Karen, and how my father knew he was going to marry my mother from "the moment he laid eyes on her." Loss is apart of love. Longing for love is a theme in touch but the moment we understand that we as humans are all interconnected, we are no longer alone on this journey.
"Mirrors" is a reflection of our need for connection to self, others and what guides us in this world. Rumi, in the 13th century wrote, "Man & Woman Arguing" about a couple's disagreement over money. I believe his words still ring true in many households today. Rumi is a poetic storyteller and the reason his words have inspired me and countless others, is because they are timeless.
Good storytelling is timeless. Come be apart of the story of "Touch" and "Mirrors" opening May 17th!