So happy to support this lovely artist and her dancers.
"Hollow Bones" by Nadya Zeitlin and Bautanzt Here, part of the Art on the Atlanta Beltline exhibit
Here's a little poem/thought flow that I wrote yesterday, after seeing their work...
of a mold, an encasing
Who are you with it ?
Who are you without it ?
How are you united with others ?
And how are you separate ?
How do you move in your own story ?
How do you change roles and witness
or participate in other stories ?
How do you witness your own ?
What does it mean to be seen ?
To be protected ?
To be exposed ?
How are you connected to your surroundings ?
What do you see as a burden ?
As a success ?
Who is watching you ?
And how do you take responsibility in your response... ?
What have you abandoned ?
And who have you become ?
What rests inside your own bones ?