And Then...

Reaching to the sky, arms extended, legs rooting firmly to the earth, my mind feels at peace today, resting neutrally in the space between what was and what is next. The question of longing has been seeping in and out of my body this last week…what am I longing for in my life?, in my art?, in love?, in carving my path? Am I longing for connection, for understanding, or am I simply longing for the need and right to BE-LONG? To be who I am becoming?...Each day welcomes a deeper unfolding of myself, my longing. As I feel the seeds of my path drift into the earth beneath me, I relinquish the need to hold on, clinging to ideas, expectation…If I simply let go and drop into my body, responding to sensation, what space do I arrive at? This morning I found myself fully immersed in this majestic ether, becoming part of the natural environment as I moved and responded to the birds, the chimes, the wind ruffling the leaves, the distant hum of cars, water rippling, cats crying in need of love…Becoming this space allows me to perceive my sense of longing with heightened awareness, to understand the seed of fear that lay rooted at its core. Opening to sensations gives me presence in this space of awareness, inviting me furthers still to drop it, surrender, just let go…
    Switching between the feeling body and the imaginational realm helps provide insight into our own internal process. Once again I find myself coming back to exploring the aesthetic concept of space in the creative process. Transitioning from the deconstruction of metaphor that fuelled my Masters Thesis, I arrive at the same ‘space’, only this time from a somatic viewpoint. Fascinated by the images and words that stem from movement exploration and the space that subsides between movement and the creative point of articulation, I have reached the crux of my own direction into this work; a study of the synthesis of language and the flux between movement, words and drawing.