Making art

is to cultivate

 

a poetic gaze on the world

 

is to remind the eyes

how to fill themselves

with wonder

 

the skin to widen 

to welcome the other 

 

to the body

to become soft

and generous 

 

sinking into an eternal sunset

existing with eternal dawn, 

 

possessing nothing but the possibility of being everything, 

 

translate, 

mutate, 

navigate 

 

in this unknown sea we call dance.