Sunday Morning Racine Cubique and Sylvie Guillem
What does it mean to be free? What is your definition of freedom? Is there really any such thing as freedom? Or are we, perhaps, sometimes free and sometimes not?
Is it even possible to be free? Or are we compelled to somehow continually bind ourselves to whatever is external to us – houses, communities, groups, environments? Or do those constraints exist purely within our imaginations?
If we have the ‘right’ to speak freely, and we exercise that right, does that mean that we are truly free? If we have the ‘right’ to own a gun, and we purchase one, does that purchase and ownership therefore make us free?
Or does being free and having freedom have more to do with what we choose not to say, not to express, not to do, not to own?
What are the differences between freedom and liberty? And how do we exercise those differences in our personal lives? Or do we? Do we even think about the difference? Or do we assume they are the same? Or perhaps mutually exclusive? Or perhaps that any difference that does exist doesn’t really matter? Which do we, as individuals, choose to live by?
Are we conscious of any of it? Or are we all moving from the womb to the tomb, on automatic pilot, avoiding the exploration of self and space?
Is freedom a state of mind? Or is it a state of physical being? Why is it that some people seem able to remain ‘free’ even though confined, while others without any restraints or constraints at all seem to be so imprisoned?
Do we feel free only when our freedom is recognized by others? Or is our own sense of freedom enough? Is it public? Or private? Is it expressible only in words? In art? Silently?
Or in movement accompanied by music and one prop?
When I first saw a video of Sylvie Guillem perform Racine Cubique, which was created for her in 1997 by renowned French choreographer Maurice Béjart, all of these questions, and many, many more raced through my head, all of them competing for space, for attention, demanding to be asked, contemplated, answered and debated, in tandem with the movements of her body, her footwork, the expression of every muscle, sinew, tendon.
I thought you might like Racine Cubique. Or enjoying having the freedom to Click on the Play Arrow.
And then sharing what you think or feel or don’t think or don’t feel.
Or exercising your freedom not to share. Or not to care. Or not to feel. Or for it not to matter.
Or does it matter if you share it with me? Because then I will have the freedom to respond.
Or perhaps we will have the freedom to know that even if there is no response, there is still Racine’s Cubique existing out there somewhere in that Maurice Béjartian and Sylvie Guillemish way, whether we choose to explore its meaning…or not.
Yesterday was a Smoky one.
Today is more Blue Cubique.
Tell me what you think. Or not.
Sylvie Guillem Prepares to End Her Ballet Career:
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