It's Monday and I am floating in currents unknown, searching in the abyssal stage for a life not my own, but so essentially me. Come this time next week, the life of this other, being a culmination of hours of devising and thus tied to the waves of curriculum, will leave my hands and enter …
Crystal rivers creep into being, a transformation that speaks of pressures intensely pressing the world of mountain peaks. I see its glittering beauty, delicate and so, so small. I need only to look out and see to lose myself in the shape of its crawl. This moment in time passes as the heat …
As the daylight hours wane And creatures flock back home to nest, The churning sea mist drifts out to shore And splays the sunset hues Against the clouds. The waves The wet sand The monoliths out in the sea All become obscured With the sun's lasting wink.
Walking down the trail, My sound seems deafening. Take a moment to stop. Let the forest speak for a moment. I hear it in the chirping of the birds, In the rustling and brushing of freed leaves, In the echoes of a pecking beak In search for food, In the shimmering and buzzing bugs, …
We are fast approaching the Thanksgiving holiday, and shortly following that, the Character Projects! From December 5-9, I will be performing alongside my ensemble in a culmination of ten weeks of character study and development. We take specific images and put them into our bodies as a means to depart from ourselves, to become transformed …
I stand over the remains of a tree. It’s massive form is capsized, Drowned and beaten. Roots reach to the sky, The curling fingers grasping at air. A THUNDER! and a CRACK! have been loosed As the lumbering growth came crashing down. Now that the tree has been torn asunder, An echo of its force is …
As I sit on the bannister of Wedding Rock, I am filled with the sea breeze, the ocean’s pulsating roar, the cries of the birds swimming, flying, and dancing, and heat and warmth of the sun. The open air echoes with sound, drumming against my ears. I have been to this place before, but now I am …
Yo busco el sentimiento de la vida Como un pescador en su barca Fuera en el mar abierto. Pacientes, mis ojos se llenan Con la abundancia del mundo, Y las detalles se presentan Como portones que abren Mi pensamiento al dominio de sueños. En un instante, en las detalles tan triviales, Las raíces …
I see my friend dimly lit in the hall. I go to them, fighting to keep the anguish at bay. Only adrenaline keeps me going, And the terror that I know looms ahead. Oh, the abject horror of it. Furious eyes reflect back at me, And threatening claws inch closer and closer. I am …
I am a flow of force that springs forth From the rivers of my beating heart. The currents are coursing within me, Drumming to the rhythm of my soul. Because my spirit is so ablaze With the breath of life, I radiate Beyond the bounds of my body To take root deep into the …
Oscar Oz Nava 