Something important to say

I had something important to say, but I can’t remember it.

I listened to Laura Flanders and Molly Ivins as I drove home from Portland yesterday. They had lots of important things to say. Molly said that we should glory in these days because 20 years from now we might look back at them as the 'good old days' of freedom and tolerance. I feel the press of the insane world, of the lies and double speak, of Americans having to dig deeper and deeper holes to put their heads into. I can only respond by claiming deeper and deeper freedom, by refusing to censor myself for your comfort, by refusing to censor myself for my comfort.

I walk into the studio and I begin to move. I ask my body to make sense of life and tell me what is important. My body knows truth that my mind cannot grasp. This is my work: releasing what has been hidden inside of me by the domestication of society; telling the truth; keeping alive that which is free inside my children; helping others to find the freedom and truth in themselves. Some call it enlightenment. I call it play. The only one who knows the truth is you.

I stand on the back of a power wheelchair brandishing a standard metal chair, banging on the side of the wheelchair, riding with Max to freedom. We create an ephemeral sculpture. Discord, the image fractures and I step onto Alexis' chair. She presses the button and we fly in reverse toward a wall she can't see. Stop. Find an ending. Applause.

Our eyes lock and I can see the universe. This is the true Guru. I see the truth observing from your eye, the truth of our cells and bodies.

Arise.