Free Your Spine, and the Rest Will Follow
There are these moments of glorious inspiration when it’s not that we are creating something of our own design, but the Universe is working through us to bring its own creation into existence. I envision our creative source to be some form of glorious protozoic mess. Somewhere between a smashed lava lamp, a sunrise, and the tenacious bacterial reproduction that insists its existence within our bath towels. My Sewing Studio floor resembles all three . In my role as a movement teacher, I'm...