On loving writing and Ashtanga

Just trying to exhaust a train of thought about words and images started with yesterday's post.

I know I will never be a decent photographer or photoshoppist (!? 😅), but I also know I can shape words in unexpected forms, and blend them to create unpredictable results.

Sometimes I start with one or more words that ring an inner bell and, from there, I try and forge a story.

Other times, instead, I start from a story that is spinning in my mind and then I pick, as if using a color palette, those verbs, nouns and adjectives more suitable to be combined for moulding that particular piece.

But the most peculiar way is when I start from a single letter or number and let my mind fly off and then glide over a universe full of signs, images, concepts, symbols and whatever phantom you may think, to give birth (in a process similar to drawing or sketching) to my upcoming story.

Exactly the same happens with the Ashtanga practice, where beautiful single movements combine to create unique poses whose narrative flows like a glider in my mind.

You can tell that I love both, can't you?