Art making is an orienting practice. It is a practice that orients me towards the truth. And when I close my eyes and recall my practice I see bodies dancing, fooding, opening. returning. I see exhausting work and rejuvenating rest. I see simple re-petition. I see re-flection. I see re-membering. re-turning. re-sisting. re-living. re-joicing.
The air is warm. The sun is light. The water runs.
The sweat perfumes. The breath is calm. A giggle. Sleep.