Today I said yes to an easeful practice. I passed time with my sore knee. Investigated the pain. Where is this pain exactly? I thought to myself. Sitting in the sand, fingers gently massaging the surrounds of my knee. In time I stood walked, still my focus honed in on the sensations in my knee. … Continue reading Ease
The force of you, with a whisper that can roar. You are magnificent By you, safety is questioned. A gentle sprinkle of rain becomes a downpour. Droplets sharp against flesh, eyes barely able to open. Within a moment perception seems deceiving when the sun bursts through thick clouds. Oh you impermanent world! Continue reading Weather
The rain kept the brisk morning walkers away. They let me be today. There was no one’s gaze to consider. Rather the swallows, in their infinite youth, played beside me. The sky drew her cloudy curtains. I brushed my fingers through the grasses. The sun was selective with the placement of her rays. Silver sparkled … Continue reading As I danced on the beach
I was off centre. Mentally. Emotionally. No particular reason. It was just an ordinary day..children went off to school on time. I tinkered away in the office shifting information around on a screen. No major achievements. No new clients. No new income stream. Self-employment can feel very challenging at times. When this heaviness comes I am learning … Continue reading A nurturing Cassoulet.
There are colours that seem to demand attention. Geraniums grow at my front door and each time I pass them, their colour begs me for a kiss. Continue reading Colour
I carry solid pieces of hard wood. The load is heavier on one side, pulling my arm firmly downwards. My hand grips tightly to the freshly split timber. The rough texture etches into my muscle memory. Gentle rain on my cheeks. An ant takes tiny steps on my finger. Continue reading A dance that warms me through winter.
I am an artist and perfectionist. Things have to be done in a certain way. Researched, the source is located and the skill honed. This, at times, has caused glorious pathways to become blocked by solid walls. I sat to meditate this morning, as I looked ahead of me my eyes settled on an empty … Continue reading A small creative act.
Helpless infants do not survive without connection to a nurturing one. What visions do we hold as nurturers? For ourselves our children our families our communities? How can we start to sketch the beginnings of these visions? En masse manifestations and not only for the privileged few. Mud maps for life in charcoal and colour. … Continue reading Visions
For anyone that knows me well, you know I love a good conversation and that I am not one for small talk. So in D&M I indulge myself in conversation with people from all walks of life about creative practice and what it means to them. Enjoy the first of many – deep and meaningful … Continue reading D&M – TRUDY RADBURN
For years I trained and created physical theatre where I was immersed in deconstructing the gestures of the body, their impact on the audience and their significance on a bigger philosophical, social and political level. In a period where I was training extensively I recall wanting for my body to have the capacity to express … Continue reading Site specific dance training. How is it useful, really useful?
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