I know the song has nothing to do with a church experience actually, but I find the combined imagery of the dancer, Polunin, his style, which is both joyful and terribly painful, with the empty church, to be very poignant. This is a representation of how I felt during my growing up and adolescence. I used to dance in my room instead.
It seems he's dealing with his demons, and having moments of sheer joy, followed by plummeting despair and angst. A great depiction, in my mind, of what it is like, mentally, in a sect or cult- like a rollercoaster on repeat!
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