Friday!

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Estonian women sewing a wall tapestry, 1939.

"The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
 
--Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

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The Many Poses of Marcel Marceau

"Marceau teaches his students to breathe silently when they move. When we watch fish in water, he tells them, it’s beautiful because they’re completely silent. Watching silence is like watching through glass. Silence has a musicality, he says.

On stage, the mime can appear subject to altered physical laws. He can defy gravity. Among the dancers who borrow from Marceau are Rudolf Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn. The dancer and choreographer Roland Petit decrees that all ballet students must train in the art of mime. Zizi Jeanmaire performs mimes with Marceau, dressed in mirror-image white bell-bottoms, a striped top, a squashed hat, and ballet pumps. Michael Jackson is a disciple of Marceau. His moonwalk is a version of “walking against the wind.”"

 Mime acts move like a dream!
Read the rest of the article by Mave Fellowes in The Paris Review.

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Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly 

-- Morticia Addams

Jessica Bell

A series of 12 sewn mixed media collages on 22" x 30" pieces of Stonehenge called Traffic.
(2013) by Jessica Bell

Collage

an assemblage of different forms, thus creating a new whole.

Young and Old.

My friend Maia from julia warr on Vimeo.

This is beautiful. Maia Helles, a Russian ballet dancer, turns 95 but still remains resolutely independent, healthy and as fit as a fiddle.


solo from julia warr on Vimeo.

Age 10 and fearless.

Once the time goes, it's gone

Once the time goes, it’s gone
And no wisdom can retrieve it.

Grave thoughts bear the mind down.
And the body has no choice but to follow.

It comes down to yes or no, and pain’s in back
of every choice that turns to act.

What I find in the night, other than darkness.
In the darkness, other than light.

Solace. What a lovely word.
Solstice. What a lovely word.

—Mark Rudman, from “Solitaire.” Art: Sean McFarland.