Butoh camp 1-4/8

Sun.

Feet meeting the ground on a beach for hours. We are walking beside time and it all happens in between.

Sand. Water.

There is no me, there is no you. Time does not exist. All that exists are we.

Fear and sorrow.

Listen.

Listen.

Listen.

Presence and beauty.

Dance with the wind and give the horses a performance!

Exhaustion.

Are you afraid of dying?