Archive for category Dance
Michael Philip Manheim has been a professional photographer since 1969. A chance encounter with photography, at the age of 13, locked him onto a life-long pursuit. Intrigued with the themes of change and transformation, Manheim developed a signature style of layering whole phases of movement onto a single frame of film. This approach transcends a literal interpretation. He calls this series the “Rhythm from Within”.
Michael Philip Manheim’s work has been exhibited throughout the United States and in Germany, Greece and Italy. His work has been featured in magazines such as Zoom (U.S. and Italy), Photographers International (Taiwan), La Fotografia (Spain), Black and White magazine, and numerous other publications. He has been Artist in Residence at Bates College in Lewiston, ME and Phillips Exeter Academy in Exeter, NH.
Manheim’s photographs are held in public and private collections, including the Library of Congress, the International Photography Hall of Fame & Museum, the Danforth Museum of Art and the Bates College Museum of Art. He has had over 15 solo exhibitions. Julian Cox, curator of photography at Atlanta’s High Museum of Art, noted that Manheim’s photographs “have passion and beauty, and clearly considerable skill has gone into their execution.”
Music by Budd/Foxx, ‘Here and Now’
Thank you shivabel!
In T’ai Chi, every movement we make should be like a string of pearls…the beauty of the human form. – JQ
Dancers from all over the world leave their ballet slippers at Marie Taglioni’s Shrine
in the Cimetière de Montmartre, Paris.
via one of my favorite blogs…People, Places and Bling!
Loie Fuller dancing with her veil, 1897
Photograph by Isaiah West Taber (1830-1912)
(C) RMN (Musée d’Orsay) / Michèle Bellot
Fuller depicted by Koloman Moser (1901)
Fair white swan of mystic night
singing me wave upon wave
you spin and white lace encircles you
spirals of echoing light
a rapid bouree to a moonbeam
and the cold calculating scent of morning
hangs like icicles from your breath
caress me gently, my dove,
– the cold still kiss of night
(a wane hand upon my shoulder now)
a circle of lines
a symmetry of passion
ending in arabesque
your converging planes
form a portal to my soul
love, fair, sweet swan of love!
-(c) 1998 Gustav BenJava
Choreography: Jiří Kylián
Nederlands Dans Theater