The canvas is of little interest without paint,
just as paint is only suffocated pigment without a canvas to set it free.
The city needs the flux of human movement for itself, selfishly, but the human too needs a structured surface as pillar and backdrop for the exertion of beauty.
But what if we were to let go of the cubicle,
to step outside the canvas frame,
and dance in free space, en plein air, infinitely?
Excerpts from the film Pina, 2011.
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