So titled because the whole thing reminds me of this.
A composite of the tap dancer. I sat and watched a long time. He didn't slow down. He never broke rhythm (and they were complex). His eyes were often closed, as if he had tapped himself into a trance. What's going on is a little clearer if you click to a larger version of the picture although his act is wilder if has more than a square meter to dance on. Someone, at least, can tap his way to bliss.
Okay, mix and match. The woman in the center was doing some kind of free form posing or dancing or whatever you want to call it on a tarpaulin covered with fresh paint. Her body became part of the canvas. Didn't do much for me. The one on the right is daubing super-bright color on a canvas, something of an abstract expressionist style. I don't feel capable of judging this kind of art but I know when I like it (and I like Helen Frankenthaler, Mark Rothko and Franz Kline).
The man on the left is something else. We saw him at the 2015 fringe and I wish I had a note of his name. He is a tap dancer but more than just that. He is something extraordinary and seemed to be in a trance. I'd like to do a whole post about him and I got a lot of pix. All I need is a chance to edit. So little time, so much to do.
They have been running some warm-up events. Sunday night they held an Artist Salon in the gorgeous and newly-renovated Arcade Building downtown, now a mix of apartments, artists studio space and commercial space. The idea was to take a large, empty room, throw in two or three sets of of artists who had never met before and tell them to do something. More about which soon.
When I entered the building I was greeted by this exotic creature who guided me through the preliminaries. Then we were whisked up the elevator in groups to a studio area. What happened next will be the subject of the following posts.
By the way, I've started an album on Flickr here for all the pix from this event, more than will appear on the blog.