One take perfection: is enjoying what is lacking…!
The most perfect improvisation cannot be detected because it has become the expression of the need, the dream, the force or even the unpleasant surprise or danger, that made it necessary and therefore complete. There is no second take, like in a film. We are creators. There is no failure. A fall is just the preparation for the practice to get on your feet. In order to run, to fly…
We are the source of the flow we follow. That is the essence of improvisation. Breathing in the ever unknown present (yes, a present!), unprepared in that sense, if we are excited and curious. It is the first and last chance to fathom the depth of the present’s towering challenge (Yes, it’s like poetry). Challenge of unforeseen clairvoyance. That’s what Zen also is about. Not the chains and handcuffs of control freakiness produced by fear.
Breathing out our presence and presentation …
It is the challenge to give every second, every breath, every heartbeat, every action, thought, situation and emotion the freedom of it’s uniqueness and generosity.
One grows with the flow, you know. Grows wings too! For the imagination and the joy of being on this planet. Often in spite of a lot of nasty, ugly, stupid, evil shit happening around us and to us. The art of improvisation is dealing unprepared with the unforeseen. That’s contained in the etymology of the word itself. Unforeseen, but always unprepared, because seen it is no longer as it was foreseen.
By the way, if you think about it, your conception was an improvisation too, even if you were planned.
Having gained this freedom of flow and improvisation, reality starts improvising too, because it does no longer have to resist the interpretation forced upon her.
For example this landing dodo, being the result of a bottle of sour milk I knocked over by accident, while I was laying in utter despair and depression on my coach, suicidal even in my disbelief in any meaning in life, my life etc. Totally unable to be creative. And see what happened.
Improvisation is the natural ability to be part of the unknown, to be amazed, to accept that questions aren’t always necessary, that interpretations can be destructive, that being itself is enough to give the mystery a reason to shine…
Enough for now. We don’t possess our life, we should be possessed by life. And death is our bodyguard anyway. We share the convergence of matter, emptiness and a stuttering second we call eternity. We don’t need future to be complete. No past to make pain last. The present we do need, to become our presence in such a way that it’s a present to pass on….and I pass on my presence as Omniartist, with improvised and improvisational interpretations of theater, music, writing, visual arts, video, television, graphic design, journal, webactivities and yet unknown expressions. Here you are!
