In my opinion, spontaneous dance is the purest form of art.

Now, I'm not an artist by trade or formal education, but I think about this a great deal. Spontaneous dance exists only as long as you will it to exist... and it is truly transient. It is never reinterpreted and it never loses the matrix in which it was created.

The form of spontaneous dance is best understood when compared to painting. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I disrespect painting at all. In fact, I paint every once in a while... and while I am not the greatest painter, I enjoy it a great deal.

However, once something is painted, it becomes a permanent representation of something that is in a constant state of change. Whether the object of change is societal context of the painting or the actual subject itself, this representation must be reinterpreted right after the art is completed. Of course, this can be useful, but it creates a secondary variable to the artistic representation... reducing it from a primary expression from the artist to the viewer.

Let us also look at static dance, or dance that is predetermined. Though the two types of dance are similar, there is the problem of constraint. In static dance, the representations, or predetermined movements, are created... and from that point onward, there is a right and wrong way to represent that expression through movement. This constraint also creates a secondary variable in the artistic expression's conveyance.

A dancer looking into the purity of spontaneous dance
she observes grace of movement, creativity of expression...
and the polish of her fingernail

There is no such removal of context or constraint in spontaneous dance. This lack of constraint creates something entirely different in form and gives me a completely different feeling during its creation. I'm always amazed at how spontaneous dance can be simultaneously larger than the dancer, but at the command of her interpretation.

The dancer becomes immersed in a field of music that is grander than herself and is swept away as the music moves her body. However, by the very allowance of this action, she becomes the master of the music. She forms it and changes its interpretation, both in her own eyes and the eyes of the observer.

It almost reflects a very spiritual side to us in relation to the world. So, I guess the premise of the whole entry is how moving pure art can be...

pun intended, of course.