Does anyone else think that shadow dancers are absolutely fucking beautiful? Everytime I see them, I'm blown away.
The beauty of 'flattening' three dimensions to two is that the rules of geometry change so liberally. In any two dimensional projection of a three dimensional scene, all sorts of impossible things happen. Objects can intersect at will; sizes are malleable, and the whole scene is surreal. Yet, the beauty of the human form is maintained; obviously, your watching a person, no more, no less. In a way, a shadow is a puppet. A perfect puppet, one that responds quite literally at the speed of light, instantaneously playing across our screen.
Change the angle of the projection, and the shape of our flat universe changes. All of this math vividly playing across our screen, with sexual overtones divorced from the identity of the dancer. It's almost as if the very essence of the dance is transmitted to the screen; no faces, no skin, no clothing, nothing to come between the observer and the act of the dance. It's an eerie reduction of (wo)man to a tapistry, with sex and rock 'n roll (or jungle house, as the case may be) injected liberally.
Ooooo.... The metaphors are so cheesy you can taste 'em.
Well, I dig it.
I guess the beauty of it is that we aren't really going from three dimensions to two; we're going from four dimensions (don't forget time!) to three; and we aren't playing games with statues. Time stays in our artwork, its the axis representing depth we subtract.
Oh, and don't forget the thumping house, the energy drink & vodkas, and the massed, sweaty crowd of revelers. Is this a cult? Is this a club? Is it both? Whatever-- No time for questions. Onwards!
In other news, creative people have more (and better) sex. Hah. What a surprise....