It is so interesting to notice how my mind devises a new work. Every one and every thing I pass gets considered for the work; a gesture, a silent glance, phrases on the radio, new terminologies that somehow synch with a theme from the evolving new work.
The piece i'm piecing is to be performed at Burning Woman next week. I consider every thing I produce/devise as a work-in-progress when I present it on a stage. I myself am an ever-evolving work-in-progress, so why would I ever consider one of my creative endeavors to be fully finished?
Music, text, and movement/choreographic elements arrive just in time, and I do "rewrites" in my head and sometimes in doorways or on sidewalks--explaining myself to no one who might be around to see me in this process.
Is-ing art is a thorough mood.
