autenthicity redux
still thinking about what authenticity is. definitely fascinated by the idea–it’s a large part of what moves me to try to create art, to try to be true to whatever it is that i uniquely have to say.
here’s a comment on the last post on authenticity, made by ken manheimer:
as i see it, “authenticity” is a clue, a lead.
given the opportunity to move however we would most like, most people are overwhelmed by the openness of the offer. it takes some doing - experience and/or an unspoiled sense of wonder - to track down and bring out what really grabs us in the moment. (it’s the same for any artist - think of the poet who is able to speak with/of urgency, conviction, depth, gravity, levity…)
the dancer’s commitment is to get acquainted with the terrain - their terrain - of exciting movement, and bring back the juicy stuff. authenticity is a personal compass by which any artist navigates this kind of terrain, and the quality by which others recognize the trueness of their search.
a couple of other people had this back and forth:
by following your inner voice, your inner heart, your inner guide
and if that inner voice is copied and false, then what?
ok, so what do i think now? i think i think that our inner voice, our innermost voice, is by definition genuine or authentic, unique. the task therefore is to figure out how to get there, how to peel off the accumulated layers that aren’t true to us, that we’ve amassed through too much contact w/ others or conformity or fear, or all of the above.
but am i actually saying anything new?