After loads of hours spent behind my computer, I just finished my series of fliers in which I announce the dance workshops I will offer between now and next summer holidays. Dance… I never thought the core of my life would consist of offering dance…
Art has always been close to me, I created since I could walk and talk, I made all kinds of art from drawings, paintings and soft sculptures to sculpting clay and stone, building video installations and creating haptic spaces… all kinds of art that I had to bring into the world, they all had to be shown, to be sold; I worked really hard to get all those objects, all those manifestations of me into the world… it was a quest to get recognition… it never brought me any satisfaction…
And now there is dance… another discipline… at this moment I enjoy sitting with my face in the sun after a hefty autumnal downpour, like a lazy cat I savour light and warmth… I ponder about how dance became my way of living, my form of art to express and communicate, to convey and to share… a form of art that cannot be saved, cannot be touched… though dance touches…
A floor is my home base now, a playground, a safe place where I can move who I am and turn all my suffering into art… my dance disappears at almost the same moment as it comes to being… art I cannot keep, cannot hold and show, cannot stick to… I move, breathe and let go, move, breathe, let go… my dance is a precious expression of the present, of who I am right in that moment, of how I feel just in that second, already moving and changing into a next…
I sculpt time, from moment to moment going with the flow I sculpt space, I create art in a form that is constantly in a state of dissolving. I find it strangely beautiful to be creating art that is made of me – made of my breath, blood and bones, coming from my heart, mind and soul… from all parts of my body…
I love dance… I trust dance… dance is my safe haven.