The cross of your leg. The squeeze of your thumb around mine. A long stretch of your body. We revere the science and mechanics of our bodies and its natural operating wonder. Then, there is a moment where we suddenly see our limbs as art rather than as utility.
Words become superfluous as our bodies move in fluid motion without any rehearsal. The intimacy created is a chaotic composition yet every part- eyes, mouth, legs, arms, even the fingers and toes play their part with meticulously frenzied emotion. A symphony of expression without a sound.
The crescendo, passionate and evocative of the sensual synergy begging for an encore.
the first chair xo