Window Washing at Sunset

I love to share my work with you, but this tonepoem on aging and loss is by far the most vulnerable I have felt in this class. It's difficult to shield you from the painful things in living long; yet to still express myself meaningfully. The point is I want the hope I still feel to win over all the pain and confusion; I just want to keep us all swimming in the light.

This presentation went through many iterations and finally ended without a voice over. After viewing it with the class during my final presentation, I intend to extend the length by 15 seconds or so to slow the opening title sequence down so that it integrates into the video better. Yet to leave it without the voice.

I hope you enjoy it. Namaste.

 

Click above to see Window Washing.

The shadow pictographs are part of a larger project of mine.
The fisherwoman images were gleaned from some rehearsal footage from a project by
Karen MacIntyre's Triad Dance Ensemble in NY State last summer.
Her project was called "Fishing for Light" and used the poem I reference in the credits.

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Window Washing by jthomas

time flows to a different rhythm in my mind and my bones

and

my heart
(thunder - whimper - runnnn)

from day to night today tonight, to dawn to darkling and beyond

Home again - only it's no longer there. That's what time is.

Fishing unseen boundaries, unknown crevises for meaning,
As Sister Marion says "Fishing for light"*

Time heals - Time creeps - They say, Time is an illusion
yet the decay is evident

the smiles leave traces - the dances linger in the bones
to cherish to remember to carry
to succumb to the popular notion that it's a human race
a race you won't win if you run too fast
a race you can't lose if you notice.
if you immerse
swimming in the light

window washing at sunset

* Reference to Marion Aitches' "Fishing for Light" wingspress.com

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