Arts Connection

So today we had the second of several fantastic workshops that have been taking place at my school. Run by the amazing Iyeoka, the workshops explore the connections between music, dance, art, and writing. I have a bit of a nonsexual-yes-I-still-like-boys girlcrush on Iyeoka - it's rare to meet someone so confident with such a rhythmic, powerful speaking voice and an even more beautiful singing voice. I kind of want to be her. She just exudes this aura of strength and self-love, and you can tell in an instant that music and language are something she lives and breathes.

Anyway, the workshop got me thinking about how fashion falls into all this - and fashion definitely does fall into this. Fashion shows are a good example; the clothes are the art, and they are accompanied by walks that fit the concept, as well as music to tie it all together. Movies are another example; Sophia Coppola's Marie Antoinette would have been nothing special without the combination of a fabulous soundtrack, decadent costume, scintillating dialogue, and the deliberate movements of the actors. I love it. I believe all forms of art and creativity are connected in some way.

Instead of rambling on in this vein (as I am apt to sometimes do), I'd like to share the poem I wrote during today's workshop. Keep in mind that I had only a few minutes to jot something down. No edits or anything. The prompt was "I believe in," and when I read it out loud to the group, I was accompanied by drums and a trombone, as well as some dancing.

Twilight:

I believe in
the tune of the wind's fabric
as it whispers like silk
and trembles silver branches
across the sky.

I believe in memories
and faraway places
and the power of lost dreams
that fade hazy from inner depths
into smoky, ethereal wisps
of starlit cities.

I believe in
the peace that comes
in moments snatched from time
and moments stolen
and moments lost,
in forgotten alleyways
and untouched forests
and history that lives.

I believe in love
and hate,
but not evil.

I believe in twilight.

. . . And that was it. Applause not necessary.

What fashion or art images do you connect with that poem? I think of these images that have been inspiring me lately:

Picture sources (in no particular order): Beautiful Things (a current obsession), Foto Decadent, Vogue Girl Korea, and a Sonia Rykiel ad from the most recent online V Magazine.

What music do you think of? I suppose I think of the dreamy sounds of Eisley.

What kind of dance/movement? I picture graceful awakening from slumber and little girls spinning circles in the rain.

Aahh, I'm in a dreamy mood today. . .

Side note: Am leaving for my grandma's house tonight. I don't know whether I'll be able to blog there, but normal posting will resume Monday. I have a surprise coming in on Sunday, though, and I'm super-nervous/excited! I'll share it as soon as I can. I'd like to wish my fellow Jews a happy Passover! Choke down that matzoh with some good old Manichewitz! (Actually, don't. Manichewitz is gross.)