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She plants a quiet fulcrum in the world, then sculpts the sky with muscle and will. To balance is to believe in edges — to hold is to keep the horizon still.

This is a poem I wrote about going out for the first time with one of my best friends and singing like crazy with a group of strangers including a boy in a sleeveless black tank top with brown floppy hair and xes on his hands that matched the ones on mine

“Apasionada”. My first piece inspired by a fantastic day of photography and conversation with the lovely @athenarinkart. It was a teaser spring day with wonderful sunshine and creativity flowing. Lucky to have accomplished this session before the #stayathome days. Quite a few pieces will be coming from this enjoyable collaboration. #danceart #flamenco #sirrenderart #athenarinkart #artistsoninstagram #figureartist #artofdance #artwork (at Mountain View, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_AyRXnhPb7/?igshid=xk7vqvuk4ajj

incredible🤩🤩 Reposted from @suahuatica Happy international Women's day all you wonderful sirens 💙 with @cassandra.fierce 💃 follow us 👇👇👇👇👇👇 @spearfish.and.freedive.world . . . . . . . . . . . #underwaterdance #underwaterballet #underwaterphotography #underwaterphoto #contemporarydance #contemporaryart #emergingartists #creativesontherise #darkbeauty #themysterypr0ject #beautifulbizarre #resourcemag #worldwideballet #dancerslife #artofdance #worldwideballet #balletofrepertoire #freedivingart #cenote #cenotephotography #tulumphotographer #internationalwomensday - #regrann https://www.instagram.com/p/B9e2BIElGhU/?igshid=1dz2smadot5h9

Each square on the wall mirrors a facet of her grace; her en pointe elegance and soaring split touch the deepest dimension, a profound pleasure found at the zenith of ecanté.

Her body brackets the room like a quiet quay, one ankle planted, the other piped in lacy light. In the aquarium of her mind the currents stir — each careful breath bending darkness into flight.

The tutu fans like a small, private cosmos, pointe tips like stars that learned to hold fire. Softness rebels with muscle and ritual, and joy blooms stubborn where labor meets desire.

She struck the silence like lightning in silk — a voltage of grace, tearing through stillness, her body a live wire of hunger and art, burning beauty into the bones of time.