Noe Tanigawa gave me the birthday present of a Butoh class, of all things. If I expected anything, it was a sort of free-form contact improv but with lots of angst and darkness. Instead, the teacher led us through endless exercises that were incredibly physically demanding, kind of like a Graham technique but with the most charming visualizations. For example we were told to smell a flower growing out of our chest, which was a more poetic way of saying "Chest out, breathe!". The teacher was a tiny woman of indeterminate age, with the most expressive face and gestures imaginable. Completely charming and delightful. At one point we were turning from tiny baby monkeys into giant Buddhas, and to watch her movements was to completely believe in the transformation.
I joined Mark Brown for a painting session at Waimea Valley. He was painting the lower two panels of an enormous vertical triptych, in a free lyrical style very evocative of Gauguin.
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Sounds like a good time! I'm liking the piece you are working on in the pictures, as well.
Thinking about art, photography, music, and words. The anatomical structures in the eye, namely the rods and cones in connection with the perception of color. My understanding is the cones provide the eye's color sensitivity and they are concentrated in the macula. There must be olefactory stimulus and responses and interconnections with the firing of such nerve cells. What I am thinking is that sound can have a taste, and color can have a sound.
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