Photographs around the world by: Joseph Caprio - Anne-Sophie Gigan (poster) - Gilles Galoyer - Phil Deloole - Christian Rausch - François-Marie Périer

"O day, arise, atoms dance / Souls, distraught with ecstasy, dance / In your ear, I'll tell you where the dance takes him / All the atoms that populate the air and the desert / Know well that they are smitten as we are / And that every atom happy or unhappy / Is giddy with the Sun of the Universal Soul. " Rûmî, Rubai'yat

All ancient peoples, all ancient cultures whose eyes and souls were open to Nature and the Universe have spoken of the world as a dance. A visible dance of forms, of the seasons melting into each other, of the stars, and of beings who found each other, loved each other, and married each other through festivals where dance brought the intoxication and wisdom necessary for revelations through emotion, the emulsion of our inner dusts, atoms, and stars.

We have left the earthy fixity of Virgo and the airy, Venusian autumn of Libra, eternally seeking harmony in the coppery beauty of trees surrendering gracefully, guides us. Full Moon.

Four photographers to say four elements, the dance of opposites that Heraclitus spoke of, at the heart of all Life.

Joseph Caprio, this is the stellar Genesis of dark energy leaving the first scramble, sand or wave to the beaches of the Cosmos, still black and white, separation. The line and the point become feminine star, because the Shakti, the Power or the Energy is of this nature, says to us India with the unfathomable memory. Flake of foam descending from the Milky Way, the great river of souls. Such is also the goddess Ganges descended to water the Earth at the risk of breaking it, white waterfall, whirlwind necessary to any deployment, difficult sometimes where the egg, the fetus, the seed is too embedded in the matter like a Slave of Michelangelo. On the stage, bullfighting in love where the red of a lively blood that flows only for love infuses itself towards those where the life of the body has frozen while rolling.

Anne-Sophie Gigan expresses through her snapshots the certainty that the soul, set in matter, is never as much of a jewel, joyful, as when it has come out of it dragging it into the harmony of a Whole that is that of Nature or of any Culture: architecture of trees, cities or men or texture of clothes embracing our skins and our flesh awakened by a breath, a line, a spiral. Highlighting the dancers, shooting stars resisting our dense atmospheres, kindred spirits who by fulfilling their wishes, do justice to our dreams.

A single photograph by François-Marie Périer, India, where three women tell of the past, the present, the future, how we are made of clays spinning with the Earth on a potter's wheel, of gold and weaving in the magical veil of Mâyâ, constellated.

Gilles Galoyer takes us from the rock of Angkor to the Rock, from the stillness of the engraved stone of a sacred tradition where the celestial dancer is the Apsara, 'Out of the waters', like Aphrodite-Venus, to ravish man by giving him the memory of the Sky and the Ocean and the oblivion of the Earth or on the contrary to make him attach himself again to this world, because the dance liberates or bewitches and sometimes makes even the prophets lose their heads. From the Far East to the Far West, the geometries and intangible laws of bodies or couples have swayed and rolled and shattered, like the atom, and salvation is sought again in fusion, not fission. Dance, like music, its secret, has never ceased to unfold its possibilities, sweeping away in a single breath the idea that everything has already been said and that there is nothing new under the sun. And even if that were true, who remembers everything? F.M.P.

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Poster design by La Vina Gallery, photo Anne-Sophie Gigan.