HOUSTON, TX – What is art? Art by definition is the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power. Dance is an art form. It is the expression of one’s soul through the body.

I have been privileged to meet many dancers in my lifetime. All sorts of dancers from ballet to B-boy. From Contemporary to Samba. Salsa to Indonesian folk dance. Cha Cha to Tango. The one thing that holds true for all of these dances is its artful form of communication. The energy is flowing so freely within one’s body that we must express it through our limbs, our hands, our feet… Sometimes we get so worked out we tend to smile and shout out our joy. This is a great human experience. That’s why I love to witness those that hone their expressive form. They give themselves to share the beauty of the human form with us.

So when I saw that my friend Jhon Stronks was having a show I immediately knew I was going. I love Jhon’s shows because they are inventive and unexpected. They are some light and some powerful. They take you out of your comfort zone and make you glad you took the journey. Plus I know the dedication that he and his dancing kin have to their craft. They do more than just show up for these shows. They put in tireless hours putting their bodies through rigorous training just to get that leg a little straighter or that squat just a little lower. I applaud them!

I implore you to support your dance performances around town. They will move you.

Thank you again Mr. Stronks for allowing me to bring my camera to your performance. I hope I captured the spirit of the evening.

 

Snatched up… Snatched out… Snapped back to nothing and less
2 countries, 6 states, 13 schools, and 12 years…
Not counting kindergarten

A condition of perpetual newness.
A state of communion with the less ness of ground.
A deluge of disintegrating familiarity.

Or so one might think, but I am at home here in this state without a capitol    in the city without streets. Long ago I realized my hands would never be large enough to hold all I might fear losing. So rather leave scratch mark on all that would slip through my fingers, I shose to slip as well, follow the sun, make love of the wind, and rest in the knowledge that nothing is permanent… even impermanence.

~ Jhon Stronks

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