story people tuesday: unheard music
I have decided to designate Tuesday’s as “Story People” Day. If you are not familiar with Story People and creator, Brian Andreas and his people, then you can read about who they are here. They are a group of fascinating artists and storytellers who collide and make beautiful, meaningful, spiritual, emotional and many times humorous art. I have several of their pieces displayed on my walls. I look at them everyday and smile. Each one makes me recall a particular memory, moment, or person and I like that. I like remembering. So from now on, every Tuesday I will display a particular sculpture or story that corresponds with my life on that particular Tuesday. And feel free to share your story if, no, when these amazing people cause you to remember.
Story People Tuesday:
“Don’t you hear it? she asked & I shook my head no & then she started to dance & suddenly there was music everywhere & it went on for a very long time & when I finally found words all I could say was thank you.” This piece I have hanging in my room on the wall facing my bed. It is the first thing I see when I wake-up and the last thing I see when I fall asleep, and I like it that way. It has somewhat of a literal meaning for me. The moment I read it for the first time I thought of Stephanie, a friend of mine who is a professional dancer with the West Virginia Dance Company. The first time a saw her dance this very thing happened to me. I was in awe of her. When she danced I felt her. It is an experience that is hard to describe. My eyes gravitated towards her and then I was locked there for what felt like eternity, mesmerized by her movement. My heart stopped and I forget to breathe. I became lost in the music and her body, an experience that happens every time she dances. If you ever have the opportunity to watch her, take it…you’ll be blessed.
“Don’t you hear it? she asked & I shook my head no & then she started to dance & suddenly there was music everywhere & it went on for a very long time & when I finally found words all I could say was thank you.” This piece I have hanging in my room on the wall facing my bed. It is the first thing I see when I wake-up and the last thing I see when I fall asleep, and I like it that way. It has somewhat of a literal meaning for me. The moment I read it for the first time I thought of Stephanie, a friend of mine who is a professional dancer with the West Virginia Dance Company. The first time a saw her dance this very thing happened to me. I was in awe of her. When she danced I felt her. It is an experience that is hard to describe. My eyes gravitated towards her and then I was locked there for what felt like eternity, mesmerized by her movement. My heart stopped and I forget to breathe. I became lost in the music and her body, an experience that happens every time she dances. If you ever have the opportunity to watch her, take it…you’ll be blessed.
