Movement IV--negative space

The long drawn intake of air beneath Shaun White, the huge expanse of vertical white around Lindsey Vonn, the slip-slide of shifting apertures among the speed skaters, the cut & swirl of shapes made by the figure skaters and then the meeting & parting of space between the pairs. I was once told that chemical engineering is sometimes called The Cotillion of the Molecules. Here in this ecstatic ballroom of frenzied, nut-jobbed, beautiful and generous humans is a dance that cracks my heart.

Movement II--Short Track

Like a ghost of a thought Apolo Ohno slips through the field of skaters, leaning so far that his body almost kisses the ice, as his gold fingertips dance across the white. The sheer fluidity coupled with blink-speed decisions, a lost moment and two skaters dissolve into the slipstream.
It makes me happy to consider making a more beautiful painting, pouring everything I know into a field of brush strokes...
...the movement of their bodies draw perfect lines across my eyes, across my heart and erase time