The Beav and I went to see the Alberta Ballet’s Love Lies Bleeding. I know nothing about dance and expected to be left behind by the experience. Instead, I was swept up and ecstatic. Art had happened.
What I took away was the way it was a profoundly non-critical experience. I was present for the dance, attentive to it, and it was only itself. There was no need to to translate it into something else, an idea or a message. The thing was the thing and it was beautiful.