Lucent Dossier - 2005-2009
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2005 - my toes, like sticky sandpaper… my throat, sore from shouting direction over a churning sea… my fingers, calloused from where flesh meets tool… i think smiling on shrine’s broken teacup hung about his neck and how curious the other creatures in this dance troupe, lucent dossier… a pure embodiment of fairytale, myth… a playground for me… the sun crept steadily from safe to legendary as i watched it progress within an hour… i watched and waited for the sun… a sense of urgency suddenly filled me… it was descending and it was time… these dancers became my palette…
you, a beacon, a peacock,
you, my court jester,
you, my most sensual comet
writhe curious in the foam of the sea,
show me shipwrecked,
believe your abandonment,
your passion to survive,…
and i promise to share it…
a frenzy of activity happened today at golden hour. drums beat fierce in my head as i scanned these faces each in character awaiting direction. we all became tribal, lost, cold… at the end of it all the dancers stood shivering, limp and wet. “what have i done?” i thought to myself as i looked around at the satiated chaos and then looked down at myself covered in sand and dripping wet. the sun slipped like an ancient coin into the pocket of its horizon and i realized i wasn’t shivering… i had become my camera again…
at dawn, i reviewed the images… random images appeared on the monitor and my eyes blurred over in tears…. hours passed and still i was in the same shocked state staring at these images… dancers, ballerinas, dance troupes, bellydancers, people in motion telling a story…
