I dance and paint for many reasons, chief among them being that I have difficulty in processing my reality into words.
My Soul seems to take offense at the idea that ALL of the information I take in daily should be easily digested, let alone commented upon, analyzed or made sense of. Silly processing.
Basically, I am a sponge, and attempting to process my world and experiences can often take weeks, if not months and years …so I dance and I paint. I give my body/emotions/mind/spirit a creative outlet – any creative outlet.
It’s sort of like having too much ‘stuff’ in a small area and trying to see it all at once. So, we clear away that which is not necessary, and slowly create space. I think that’s what the dancing and painting do for me, they create space on the inside so that my Soul has a better chance at getting to and processing the really important stuff.
Still, in those moments before I take action, before I create …my heart is often so full it feels like it could explode.
This was my effort in allowing that explosion.