Research into diabolo juggling during sunset.
The music playing in the video is what I listen to while I refine the routine—this soundscape that fluctuates and bounces passes through me and contaminates my play.
The echoes that fade into the distance and the grainy textures appear both in the music and in the play.
I build a sequence there.
Until the Light Fades
The body joins in.
Memory awakens.
Music cracks an opening.
Sound drags memories along.
Movement,
movement emerges,
it comes from within.
It struggles.
The hands respond,
the string vibrates,
the diabolo keeps time.
The light fades,
giving up its spotlight.
It feels right,
everything dissolves,
slowly,
unhurriedly,
Without end…
Tomorrow it will return.
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