The music, the beat, the sounds; it moves them. They groove to it, they move their body in the way they’re supposed to, in sync with the woman wearing a costume the same as theirs, holding the prop, smiling at the audience—these are performers doing what they do best. They do this all while sending the message of love, compassion and unity.
Damn. I think. I have no beat and no rhythm. This art form that they believe in, not just believe in the end product, but believe in the process too. Hours of preparation, hours of costuming, chorography, planning, practicing—all leading up to their moment on stage to shine!
One solo performer, Cornflower, felt his music. You could see it flow up his spine and out his dread locked hair. His unique style moved me, made me tap my foot, inspired me to close my eyes and let it drip down my body until I was moving my body. Sitting in the grass his words of love and compassion floated in the air and touched every person in the audience. This gift, this awareness of music and power and beauty was inspirational through my entire body. My body wanted to move, my hands wanted to make art, my mind wanted to write a story.
Inspiration leads to more inspiration, right? I mean, that’s what a so-called muse is for. People feed off of one another, we learn from each other and eventually create something new from something we’ve seen, heard or felt. We steal from one another only to rebirth and re-gift it in a new form.
Earlier that day I spent time with a pretty centered acupuncturist who truly thrives on what he does. I’m always curious how healers and therapists separate themselves from the hurt and pain they hear from their clients; this man says that he must learn to not absorb the pain but work to help them work through it. Find the route of the issue, whether that is emotional stress manifesting in physical pain or vise versa, and treat it, using the skills he has.
Creativity is pretty powerful. The creative soul, the art created, the music, the mood, the motion—we all thrive and are inspired some how. Watching art makes me want to create art, talking with people who are passionate and sure of what they’re doing make me want to continue on my journey to finding what truly makes me tick, what can I do that will inspire this in someone else? What movement, what form of expression is next? I hope this performance stays with me long enough to create something else and in hopes inspire someone else to create or feel what I felt as I watched passion explode on stage.