Posted by Nathanrhync on June 26, 2025 at 13:20:57:
In Reply to: Forum Tor dla polskojezycznych posted by JosephPairm on June 01, 2025 at 14:53:06:
In the illustrious city of Seoul, bustling with energy and neon lights, I found myself questioning the nature of control and the unknown. At the tender age of 31, I discovered that life as a Korean performance artist was not as glamorous as I formerly perceived. It was a relentless sojourn filled with late-night practices and coffee stains on unfinished scripts, yet it was also adorned with stolen moments of pure art and serenity like glimpses of a mystery that no one fully perceives.
The first time I met control, it saw me weaving through the backstage chaos of my first solo performance. The heady scent of theatrical makeup, the faint echo of lines being muttered, the constant fretting over wardrobe malfunctions. Everything depended on me, on my performance. With tensed shoulders and a set jaw, I realized the gravity of the word "control", its enigmatic yet overwhelming presence. I was the puppeteer of my show, and the string pulling was up to me. The show was my instant preview, a snapshot of what was to come.
As mystery and I danced in a duet, I found it shrouded in the very skin of my art. I was a spoken word poet, a mime artist, sometimes a magician, other times a contemporary dancer. Each form demanded a different persona, and in each persona, I discovered a new mystery about myself. I soon found that the artistry lied not in the explicit storytelling but in the hidden, the implied, the left unsaid. It was the ambiguity that kept the audience on their toes, the thrill of guessing the next move; it was the mystery that brought out the true essence of performance art.
Control and mystery. Yin and Yang. One seemingly the absence of the other. Yet as my career carried me through auditoriums and amphitheaters, I realized how intertwined they were. I was a performance artist, yes, but I was also the heartbeat of my story, the captain of my ship. I determined the pace, the rhythm, the climax. I held control, yet I was dancing on the edge of the mysterious, playing with the audience's perception, teasing their curiosity, challenging their comfort zones.
In the heart of this buzzing city, I found my voice resonating across the silence of enthralled spectators, my being lost between the realms of control and mystery—a paradoxical existence. I acknowledged the weight of control, the one that shaped my art and guided my performance on the stage as it weaved through the script, the movements, each meticulous silence. Simultaneously, I embraced the allure of mystery, the veil that draped over my art, the ingredient that kept my audience enchained, intrigued, wanting more.
In the years to come, my theatrics evolved, mirroring my profound understanding of control and mystery. It was in the balancing act between the two, through the tightrope walks and the cliffhanger moments, that I metamorphosed from a young man with a passion for performance to an artist with a chronicle to narrate. The control harnesses the chaos, the mystery elicits fascination, and in the midst of it all, art finds a way to blossom. Indeed, the show is merely an instant preview, the beginning of the journey, and the real performance is lived subtly each day, each moment, in the delicate dance between control and mystery.