Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Merce Cunnigham (ALL the photos are taken by me)

Dance. Tranquility satisfying the mind, no Webster vocabulary can distinguish. Shall a definition explain to one's self how moving freely at a liquid soft pace, and yet not contemplating your next movement. It simply CANNOT be planned but rather quite spontaneous. R.I.P. my dear Cunnigham. His footsteps will still continue to allure in an audience. Sadly after the death of this beloved master of dance a recital from Merce Cunnigham Dance Company, brought security of Merce's unique modern dance to stay, coming for a beautiful performance at the Hudson River. Dressed in tight leotards dancing softly on the toes of the wounds from point. But this is no ballet, certainly not. The process of this gentle suit shows a silhouette imagery of a person's muscles reaching beyond limits just to dance as a passion.

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