Body Art

I went to a teaching artist class a many months back and one of the presenters said something that has stuck with me. It wasn’t exactly what he said but the way he said it that has seared a place into my memory.

My body is my art.

Was said with so much gusto, energy, and exuberance that it was art. The way he carried himself, his semantics, his energy just screamed this is a representation and expression of this man.

Oftentimes, I halt or stumble when I start to think about art, if I am an artist, and if so what is my medium. I am not the greatest at drawing, I do like to slap some paint on a canvas every now and then, and I can play some songs on the guitar but I am not terribly too artistic with these mediums. However, my body and using it to pervay something, a character, story, command, emotion,or dance is something I would say yes that is my art. That I can do, love to do, and find myself sliding into doing as often as I can.

I think a body is equally an art form. Maybe one of the most overlooked out there. I am thankful to have discovered mine and want to continue excavating what it can do!