I film piece that I did last night.
Silence as images of dancers, entranced by the music and their own movements, create another rhythm, spanning over 50 years. These blurred clips feel introverted, as though the stomps of their feet come from the depths in their soul and over spilled into their limbs. Possessed, intoxicated, powerful, they swirl, stamp, and linger.
Silence as images of dancers, entranced by the music and their own movements, create another rhythm, spanning over 50 years. These blurred clips feel introverted, as though the stomps of their feet come from the depths in their soul and over spilled into their limbs. Possessed, intoxicated, powerful, they swirl, stamp, and linger.
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