Continuum

I'm back. Summer was a creative desert, untheatrical and romantic. Or perhaps its the romance that caused the dryness. Anyhow, there's something beautiful about the temporal delirium that the lack of water sends one in. I'm back in university, doing a degree in dance. More significantly, I'm choreographing once more. Its a surrealist piece, exploring the bizarre, the grotesque, and the sublime. I conceptualized the piece, and now its spinning off in a completely different direction. Or perhaps its staying true to the bizarrenalia it embodies. Beautiful chaos. Its the sinking feeling of losing control, juxtaposed with the thrill of seeing the work exploring space through its own organic self. Creative frustration once more, but of a kind I quite like. Or perhaps its the familiarity with the feeling that I take comfort in. I'm short of time, but my dancers are quick. And they promise to put up with my oddities. I'm content.