spiral into the depths, exploration awaits , the bottom of the ocean illuminated
bio
paris “cyan” cian is a bodypoet, moving with/in choreographic practice through dance, poetry, drawing, sound, and film. Rooted in New Orleans, crossing between Los Angeles and London, her praxis oscillates at the intersections of Black girlhood futurity, ecological reimagination, centering re-memory and ritual/durational practices through Black (queer) feminist methodologies. Performance exhibitions/installations, practices, and organizing include Los Angeles Dance Festival, Ritual Knowledge, Contemporary Arts Center New Orleans, Eleanor D. Wilson Museum Virginia, Radical XChange, Saint Heron, BlackGirlGeniusWeek/SOLHOT, No)one. Art House LA, and Dancing Grounds. cyan cian received her BFA/BA in Dance with a concentration in social justice, gender women’s studies from Hollins University (2018) and is a current candidate in the Masters of Fine Arts in Choreography program at Roehampton University, London, U.K (2021).
cyan gives thanks to the journey of the continuum with love, healing, and peace.
small poems / love spells
where does it take you
below in the lake
under
lower
down
there
how does one survive in these waters?
Release the tactics once known
And breathe
Come up for air
When necessary
we are not
And, we are.
I slowly closed my eyes, inhale, exhale, in the dirt I stand. Toes curled in fertilizer, drinking the wisdom of my foremothers. We are one. Many and all. Light enters my arches, trickling upward stream, current waves of energetic healing and resistance flows through me. To my knee cap, hips, torso, arms lumbar spine, head, light enters through my arches. From the ground up, I take root, blooming from seed.
We are not
And, we are
Dirt.
Strong and sturdy.
We dive into the spiral
Swimming shadow, through –
wandering glimpses
See ourselves seeing
perhaps i’ve let go of knowing
perhaps we’re being
perhaps we’re already in the doing
perhaps this is the practice
perhaps, breathing
perhaps breathing
affirmation 8:44:
who can tell me I am not? I am of poetics. I am of love.
Loose
Looser
Looserrrr
Loooosssssseer
Loosssssee
Looosse
Loose
ancient lagoon
sea rising
sea rising
she says it's time to listen to shore.
Is there an exit?
This is ground, root, work
Home -work
This is home
Theres change here, happening
How do you love yourself?
How do you give love to yourself?
How do you give love?