Levin Huesler
What is dance? Do I even know?
Is it an expression? A statement? A form of resistance?
A conglomeration of emotions, feelings, and thoughts?
Could it be all of these or none at all?
The more I learn, the less I seem to know?
Making me feel like a child that discovered the Easter Bunny isnโt real.
Is stupidity measured by a lack of knowledge?
Am I less of an artist because I donโt know who you are talking about?
Do I need to know all that came before me?
Does knowing more make you a better artist?
Is it perfect because others like it? If I give them what they want, will I
be happy? Is a smile or applause necessary? Could it be better?
Does my artistic worth rely on others?
This leads me to the questions of:
Will I be able to tell the stories that I aim to tell? Will I be able to stay
authentically me, if I take the advice of others? Is it possible to
translate an idea or cerebral experience into a physical creation?
Can I make a difference, an impact, a change?
Is it acceptable? Can I do this? Will I succeed? Will they understand?
Yes.