When I go past the tease of bare bodies, past the dancer’s smile, past each dancer’s push into the lime light, what is it that captures me?
When I go past the form of the Latin whipped hip, the gripped leg line, the sassy and the whirling, the punched, the fleeting, and the slithery, what is it that captures me?
When I go past the luscious personality and the spunky, the tendered and the guarded, the raw and the pained, what is it that captures me?
What captures me is not easily spoken because the sheer energy of the dance pulls something from me that connects with the dancer. That connection is like a blossom of feeling, exuberance, anticipation, pride for myself and the dancer. Simply, we share the powerful waterfall that we call life.
What captures me in that waterfall has something to do with the vulnerability of someone standing out there alone or with a partner or a group. They are baring everything they are and challenging every part of themselves. That bravery is more than I can often summon. I am in awe and totally thankful for the dancer taking the steps that I do not.
So when I am connected to the dancer’s energy in all my feeling and awe, what captures me? Again the vulnerability stands right out there and I see my own vulnerability. I see us all in the same boat as powerful and awkward, as catching the moment as quickly as we can. We are all very human people.
In that vulnerabiliy, something of the beauty in each person stands out beyond the skin showing costume, beyond the elegance or the slinky postures. Even in competition, the prime currency becomes whether the dancer excells their own doubts and states clearly who they are as a person.