Dancing Memory

A memory.

Dance: the poetry of movement, a fleeting moment, the magic of bodies.

Fleeting. An instant.

Wishing it would be possible to make it everlasting, (re)visiting it, freezing it through an image so that it could bring back the restlessness felt.

An image.

One that carries within the energy and the fluidity of movement which technically, without any awareness, leads us into the midst of dance.

Technique.

Blur and distortion, built upon low speeds, conveying the essence of the moment, with ghostly or faded bodies.

The essential.

The subtle streaming vertigo of movement, feeling the bodies dancing.

Dance.

A memory.