Choreography of the 8 dance
Class was boring. Structured into pages of repeated history, tidbits of information brought about by the past. EEEEIIIIIIIIKKKKKKK!!
With my flowing ink, I would draw 8's, paying attention to the thoughtless flow of connecting them all together precisely. Line upon line for pages.Sometimes, weaving the energetics of writen design to come alive. Energy. Dancing in a geometrical pattern above my page. A pattern that no one else could see.