Monday, August 8, 2011

lindsay kemp, genius

i feel lindsay's art on such a deep level, not buried, very clear, that i know something sacred... it makes me surge. it IS life to me. i feel him. when we spent time together i felt i was a tiny piece of wood inside the wheels of his creativity... a simple 'lunge' watched by him, to some faure, felt so natural. like home...it sounds so gauche of me, so cumbersome to try and put it into words, but i saw him. onnegata. i saw him. and i saw myself in his moves.the air that lies between a swish of his arms. the music. the sheer expression. that desperate desire i have, as a singer, an ex dancer, an actress, now an opera singer, a comic and eventually a writer... of getting out what is inside...