Sunday, February 19, 2017

I am Not a Dancer but....

 Some Have Influenced Me Profoundly.

I don't really connect myself to the Dancer lineage.  I feel that those artist master their craft beyond what I can do, but I see now that there are and have been influential Dancers in my life.  As I get older I am finding a long yet loose thread to some kind of lineage.  Maybe my teenage angst is finally receding.  Now I can except my elders more respectfully. 

Maybe the first Dancer was Michael 'Boogaloo Shrimp' Chambers ,"Turbo" in the movie breaking. His sweep piece still sends chills through my body.   Ko Murobushi, which a couple of years before his passing followed me on FB...just a lil possibly meaningless accomplishment.  Of course my long time teacher/ sages the Tamano's.  I learn something new each time just interacting with Hiroko Tamano.  Lessons beyond movement.  She is the closest I have experienced to a sage in my life.  The closest that has changed it.  Thank you profoundly.

Yesterday I saw one of these few influential Dancers in my life perform, Oguri.  Oguri is based in Venice, Ca and like the others I mentioned has continued to develop his craft throughout his life.  Seemingly ageless, something about his and Hiroko’s form that seem to not fear death but embrace the existence of the body, not to destroy it but be in it, sense in it, exist in it, understanding its fragility, and respecting it.  Not to say they wish to be immortal...not at all.  They stare at mortality and make it their intimate friend, not their over indulgent co-conspirator.  This and their soft view on life and movement I believe slows their existence...a stroll to smell the flower on their chest.

I always have a profound experience watching Oguri.  Yesterday was no different.  In his form I see humanity, its ugliness, its silliness, its frailness and the way trauma can fracture it; transmuting these pieces into something wholesome, and healing.  This piece I saw was about death and how our love ones from our childhood become the lovers of our present.  How in dreams and memories these things blur, we embrace, this embrace becomes a holding of what was once before, a hope to remember a warmth from the past.  We are just children hoping to be loved. Hoping to hold a familiar warm hand.  Hoping to have someone there to tell us, it’s ok.  To hold us to their chest and kiss us on our small foreheads.

Yet in life we sometimes are alone.  Sometime we are scared.  Sometimes we are broken.  This is life, without this darkness the washing that is love would not feel so sweet. 

I wonder why memory, for me, is so fresh in soreness.  This lesson of memory as a warm fire, is a new one for me, it is something I am learning.

Thank you to my elders, thank you to the people I love. 

My darkness finds home in your light. 

Monday, December 26, 2016

Open Call: Raze the WhiteBox focus group

Looking for artist, performers, movers, makers, doers, and facilitators with general inclusiveness that are not afraid to question identity, self and others.
The challenge will be seeing yourself outside of yourself. A reexamining of set ways of seeing and believing.
This piece will be a remake of a historical performance.
Potential for career altering exposure to general merriment in a semi large scale.

Project to be fleshed out in the new year to be presented in late 2017 to early 2018.
Diversity in group is a must.

info at

Friday, December 16, 2016

Rememebring Something that Comes to Me at Every Life- A Rose Perished

I do miss you, a rose that perished.

I imagine your color is much more yellow.  Your smell much more sweet.  I hope your roots are stronger and your highest vine higher than before.  I still think you were the perfect one.  Despite your beauty you were contained and restricted by a cancer of doubt.  A cancer easily developed.  Something I to felt.  Delusions of your form are always present.  More vivid when I sleep.  I have no answers only questions.  A bond through the ages, maybe, destined to always be almost.  I fear to reach out because your space is sacred, I rather leave it to someone else's doing.  I had your image in my mind before I knew you, therefore I can't forget what was there before me. 

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Body Works: Five Senses (DivineBrick in collab. w/ Wes Johansen and Z.Vital)

Whereas watching  Izella Berman with Jean Paul Jenkins and Mitchell Brown



DivineBrick in collab. w/ Wes Johansen and Z.Vital

“A Rosie Smell, Still Turns My Nose if Grown with Distaste”
game experience in three parts (grey 3)

Viewer this is your part of this game. A simple description to still allow the experience to be new.

Part one
When invited to the Chamber feel welcome to come along. The space you hold sacred around you will be respected, all that is asked from you is to exist at a moment with another force other than yourself. You are free to leave at anytime, until another is chosen. We are mirrors to each other.

Part two

Come closer to the figure(s) that move under the light. Come see this moment as a landscape in which you hover over. See yourself in these/ this figure(s) as floating world(s), only now able to see the pale blue delicate soup that you are. Harmony easily broken with any influence dropped in. Decipher your roots.

Part Three

Five with frogs follow the figure(s), the rest follow the five. Five lead us all to the next experience when this ones complete.

Photos by Andrew Hall

Friday, November 4, 2016

Raze the WhiteBox- DivineBrick in Collab. w/ Mike Meanstreetz and Z.Vital @ Human Resources, Chinatown, LA, Ca

Raze the WhiteBox from Eon Mora on Vimeo.
Raze the WhiteBox

DivineBrick in Collaboration with Mike Meanstreetz and Z.Vital @ Human Resources, Chinatown, LA May 10, 2016

Video By Eon Mora

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