Each of us needs to be witnessed. To be acknowledged in our entirety. To be recognized for the spark of divinity that we are. It’s human to want that kind of recognition. Acknowledgement. It’s our job to make sure that we find our own way to shine. To illuminate what is most meaningful to us. We are all made of stars. ~ Chani Nicholas
I have many woman to thank for bringing their own kind of beautiful into my studio, that have helped me illuminate my world, and hopefully lit up a corner of theirs or yours. Woman who carry story in their limbs and poetry in their gestures. Not only have they been willing to be immersed in cold water, be covered in dust, or powder or charcoal, hold sometimes stinky bones or asked to wrap around hurtful branches, but they brought to each image, their hearts, and let themselves be seen. I’m a lonely kind of girl. Not in the ‘I’m all alone’ sense. Not at all. But I tend to live inside my own head ... a lot. I like it there. My sky is big, my horizon, endless. But like still water that's in danger of becoming stagnant, we need to flow and like water carry the stories and memory of all we encounter along the way. And perhaps on a much smaller but no less significant scale, this is what happens when someone brings into my studio, their own chemistry, and an alchemy of our dance combine and the collaborative outcomes are images I could not have made alone. I think what I'm trying to say is this : maybe we find our own way to shine, yes, but surely sometimes we reflect the light of another.
So thank you from my heart to each one of you, you know who you are.