seventhseven

"I've already been exhausted more than once. Doubt comes and goes. Then, almost without noticing, something settles. The spinning no longer feels like effort. Around me, the audience, the cameras, the music, the light and the space seem to breathe together. For a moment, there is no separation."

I simply continue.

The music changes without warning. The audience continuously reshapes the musical architecture through which my movement unfolds. Seven Hungarian men's solo dances gradually dissolve into an improvisation that never repeats itself in quite the same way.

Time passes. Energy rises and falls. Certainty gives way to doubt, concentration to distraction, exhaustion to unexpected clarity. The light shifts with the passing day before fluorescent colours slowly emerge in the darkness.

There is nothing to resolve. The performance simply continues. Spectators arrive, leave, return or remain. We inhabit a shared duration whose shape cannot be known in advance.