December 21, 2013 my brothers art gallery The Untitled Bottega will be hosting ballet for the first time. The story will be about Vincent Van Gogh and the love affair he had with Clanisa the prostitute. How his love for her drove him to depression and eventually to insanity.
Art in the ballet is by Flaco Shalom and the show will be choreographed by Arryal Ramsey.
Attend Little Black Tutus December 21 at the Untitled Bottega.
Tickets are available at Little Black Tutus Eventbrite
I was honored to have a chance to see a rehearsal and it was my first time seeing ballet so close. Often described as graceful and light beneath that exterior here in their rehearsal I could see their power. Their wills bending their bodies, I've never seen something so beautiful.
Not wanting to spoil the show for myself I tried to look away, but I was drawn to them. As my eyes drank in their movements I began to see words, and their bodies became old quill pens, their sweat was ink I could read clearly on the floor. As I watched the choreographer I began to plagiarize her movements.
This is what she created... I am grateful for the experience.
She Shines
I had been locked away when I saw them
The floor was a blend of black and white
Prison uniform, captive behind my cool... awe
She... Her legs, their legs become fingers
They caress piano keys and their bodies become music
The floor was a blend of black and white
Prison uniform, captive behind my cool... awe
She... Her legs, their legs become fingers
They caress piano keys and their bodies become music
Violin bows sway between shoulder and wrists
Bass and cello swell and dissipate as if breathing
Like breath, so beautiful it lingers
A word ... unspoken, she speaks
Bass and cello swell and dissipate as if breathing
Like breath, so beautiful it lingers
A word ... unspoken, she speaks
In an orchestra of universal language
Their arms embrace the harps in our chest
Have you heard the beauty of heart strings plucked
You breath for her
Their arms embrace the harps in our chest
Have you heard the beauty of heart strings plucked
You breath for her
She absorbs you
Dances possessed
Becomes the voice spilling from the belly of a horn
Some thing delicate and forgotten
Dances possessed
Becomes the voice spilling from the belly of a horn
Some thing delicate and forgotten
She reminds you
What it is to be alive
What it is to be alive
Listening with your eyes
To the depths of her plie
To the depths of her plie
Where your soul resides, captive
She, they... the music captivates
And they draw upon the sky of your memory
Arching through the air like balls of fire
She, they... the music captivates
And they draw upon the sky of your memory
Arching through the air like balls of fire
Emotions smolder
Like tear soaked hatred
Like sadness drowned in melody
Feels like joy wrapped in loss
Like tear soaked hatred
Like sadness drowned in melody
Feels like joy wrapped in loss
Shining through something dark
Like hope beneath regret
She blossoms into music
Into dance
Like hope beneath regret
She blossoms into music
Into dance
And she shines...
Attend Little Black Tutus December 21 at the Untitled Bottega. Tickets are available at Little Black Tutus Eventbrite
(c) 2013 Christopher "UNtitled" Jones. All rights reserved
(c) 2013 Christopher "UNtitled" Jones. All rights reserved
