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[deargoditsmeceline]

Lo, the seeds of divine inspiration have been sown!

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[deargoditsmeceline]

~TOMORROW IS THE NIGHT!!!~

VIEWERS!

TOMORROW IS THE NIGHT.

I will forge my “Firing,” my “Failure” to create a Live Dance Piece that embodies the spiritual warrior’s daily charge once more unto the Banal.

I will entreat the audience to awaken their spiritual beings, so that we may experience a shucking off of the quotidian heap together

I will paint my face, so that all will know me as a Spiritual General in our circadian battle to rise to meet the ether.

I will place myself on a throne, surrounded by natural blossoms, so they will remember from where we all have sprung.

I will battle the gossamer shrouds of hackneyed constraints, they veil me, I cast them off, will they be returned??

I will step into my role as leader on this night, I will show them that we are our own gifts to us all.

[deargoditsmeceline]

[deargoditsmeceline]

~An Attempt~

Dear Void,

I know that you are here, and yet nothing is happening.

I expected a response.

I know I am a loner, mourning nothing in particular, a witch and her familiar in one.

But I expected without expecting to expect. I wanted SOMETHING TO HAPPEN. Something magical. A fomenting of response, a rebellion. A trickle. At least one soul reaching out.

I suppose it has to do with the lack of real community in the art world. Always these so-called “community members” tell me they're so interested my weekly meditative gathering of healing, but attendance has never summited one. It’s painfully transparent: these selfish australopiths claim to support each other, but when the opportunity is theirs for the taking, to come together for communal healing, they are nowhere to be found. I may as well be shouting at you, dear Void.

Perhaps my distress is misplaced. I am suffering greatly at work, under the persecution of management, suffocating in the stifling straightjacket of performed competence. I was sent home for wearing my caftan to work, although the dress code clearly states free expression as their priority. How could they ask for free expression when what they want is “automaton chic”? It is a reality removed from the ultimate expression of being, another way of covering oneself, of hiding. I am purely authentic, and therefore purely reviled.

Real living humans MUST know I am here. You’d think that people would be more supportive of this blog, even though I so far have refused to participate in data collecting schemes such as Facebook or Myspace. I know that I have been seen as too intense, even a conjurer. I have heard that my work is perhaps unrelatable. I have heard the words “overwrought” and “precious” used when leaving my showings. I turned to you, Dear Void, and your infinite capaciousness, in the hope that here at last I would find untamed wilds vast enough to contain my visions.

I will persevere. I began an instagram account today (@celineismovedtomove) as an attempt at outreach — a way to let the Community know of my labor. It is my positive action to create community despite the trials. Perhaps that will help me to withstand the force of my own longing for a tribe, for sometimes I fear I will be entirely swept away.

It is at least an attempt.