That moment… Just before the house lights dim. Waiting in the wings so quiet and shy. That moment… When self is lost. Where memories of rehearsed twists and spins are vague, but yet they still remain. That moment… Fleeting in the shadows of what used to be a daytime life. The “who” you are by day, simply falls away. That moment… Identity is gone. The curtains rise. The barker calls a familiar name. An explosion. Creativity in a sea of jewel colored gleams. That moment… When transformation takes a hold.
Photo Title: Risque de se transformer, 2017. Dancer: April “Boopsie” Robinson. Photographer: Aaron Villescas — http://about.me/villescas