we can’t be fixed

fixed

all better

all gone

over

cured

those are not our words

struggle

battle

fight

try

hang on

courage

strength

faith

HOPE

these are our words

do you have someone who would move heaven and earth to fix you…….

do you ever raise your hands to the heavens or lower your head to the bathroom tiles and beg to be fixed…………..

this piece was choreographed by travis woll for his mother who was battling cancer

it’s meaning extends beyond…..the way art does….it is easily a story of all illness…………of bipolar……

darkness and light despair and hope defeat and heroic effort

energy in the crushed

strength behind the fragility

stifled brilliance

threads of beauty love light struggle trying entwined tangled through pain destruction loss

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