Passion
is that undeniable force. Movement. Creation. Like gravity bringing celestial objects into orbit, we illicit magic if we release from rote and ride the wonder.
Golden
She adorns herself with stars. She steps out into the night, hoping they'll be noticed. But dance becomes dream, and the movement swirls freedom. The impeccable moment comes when the stars are for her and her alone. This is when she shines.
Twilight
She is the light becoming something else. We turn on our artifices and work by tungsten bulbs. But the deceit is blackness that we're confident we can overcome. Leaning into the darkness creates an ability to see the light of awe and mischief in our bones, our cells, our natural moving parts and artifacts.