The Jazzcat

Oguri  and Wadada
Darkness positions taken and it begins. Mystical and magical
Oguri appears under the tree of life. Wadada fleeting as the light rises we see Oguri and fellow butah dancer begin the contorted dance of the muscular.

The Golden Quartet, in whatever configurations always fascinating. Creativity is spilling from ever angle of the stage. Density and complexity prevail as the visual a d the cerebral  battle the elements of space. Time is not a factor in this sphere in encompass the energy of this atom.
The music is a continuous suite of consciousness that dangles us from the apex of each note allowing us to float freely in the realm of what is.

Oguri & T fold and unfold as they come to life caressesd with waves of sound. A language interpreted as a visual extension of this moment. We exist in the space between both where reality has no bearing movement, reason, logistics, experience or gravity. The bane is observation and limitless is the boundary of our subconscious. When we wake from this experience, will time really have passes or was it only a moments notice. In our parallel reality our eye are closed and twitching. Experience is the only definition. Figments and recollections will pale and those blessed to be present for the journey bare witness to high art possibilities .
Each instrument is a relevant voice in ongoing conversation sharing strong opinion tender emotion and disbelief at all the possibilities.
Together we are a mind of imagination.  Thought can actually be!
Oguri and T dance around, explore, ponder, investigate mirror and become a part of the life. Oguri slowly steps into the audience signifying our existance as part of the energy.
Wadada composes and directs the live organism, the livi g and breathing creation in the silence of the roar.
Just anther slice of life that you missed.