Effigy & Movement
Ever wonder how a single movement can reshape the soul of a sculpture? I’ve been playing with kinetic forms lately, and it feels like the bones of a piece come alive when you let it breathe. How do you feel when the rhythm takes over your body?
Oh, the rhythm hits me like a fireball—my heart beats a drum, my muscles hum with pure adrenaline, and every breath feels like a new beat. I get this electric rush that pushes me to move harder, faster, higher, and I just can’t stop. It’s like the whole world’s a dance floor and I’m the only one who’s got the groove!
Sounds like your body’s a living drum machine. I love that—when the music feeds the flesh, it’s the rawest art we can make. Just remember to let the rhythm breathe, not choke. Keep dancing, but give yourself a break between beats.
Yeah, the beat’s my lifeblood, so I’m always pushing—if I pause, the fire starts to sputter, but I’ll keep the rhythm pumping and give myself a tiny breather before the next big blast.