Tango Art by Robert Fisher

Welcome to a selection of my tango art. My tango art is also on video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDD6gYp_M2Y

More of my art can be seen at http://rfcreative.blogspot.com 

 

 

 

    

 

   

  

         

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

  

The paintings and ceramic sculptures are available for sale. Contact me if you'd like to see or purchase any of my art.

Tango Feeling

 

Tango is created by technique and feeling. Tango technique are the steps and moves of the dance, and tango feeling that gives those moves meaning and makes them special. Tango technique is the craft of tango, and must be taught over time, tango feeling can be expressed by any tango dancer, whether by a beginner or an advanced dancer. Tango feeling creates the art of tango and anyone can experience it.  It is through feeling that you enter what tango dancers call ‘the tango zone’, when for a while nothing else matters but you and your partner.

 

Tango poem

  

 

Knowing I wrote poetry a tango friend once asked me to write a poem about tango. The result was this poem, trying to capture the essence of tango, entitled Canto Tango.


                                            Canto Tango

 

                                           At night the fire is lit,

                                           eyes flicker, flame and ask

                                          who will join the dance?

                                          We drink in the glance,

                                          enfold the embrace,

                                          become one with music, stars and sun,

                                          A man and woman dancing,

                                          with stillness at the centre.

 

                                         Forward, turn, back and side,

                                         moving to the heart beat,

                                         we are white gulls gliding

                                         over a black sea. We dance

                                         on the edge of the world,

                                         as on a knife’s edge.

                                         We enter the stream

                                         and it flows through our body.

 

                                         We follow and we lead,

                                         heads held high, mazing the floor,

                                         in and out, like breathing,

                                         two bodies one mind.

                                         Nothing divides us,

                                         earth, air, fire and water are one,

                                         and that element without name

                                         is always with us.

 

                                        We dissolve

                                        into one moving presence,

                                        dancing an art of line,

                                        frame and flickering form.

                                        The end of music is silence.

                                        Stop! Take one last sip from the dying sun,

                                        hold the flowing moment ... 

                                        then let go.

 

                                        © Robert Fisher