The first thing I saw upon stepping out of the car was Yoda hanging off this guy.
I knew immediately that the night was going to be awesome.
Midsummer’s Dream was surreal. I was blown away by the creativity and high energy directed into one of the best art festivals Prince George has ever seen.
The afternoon started with free workshops: live sketch of a nude model, gorgeous silk belly dancing, hula-hooping gypsies and break dancing gurus.
Everybody was hugging, laughing, dancing like no tomorrow.
The yogi in me adored the peace-lovin’ vibe paired with wild, sexy beats.
… And the decor was unreal.
Midsummer’s Dream is the kind of festival where you feel an instant camaraderie with everyone you see, where you smile at strangers for no particular reason and start spontaneous hula-hoop dance-offs.
I won, for the record. 😉
There were artists tucked across open grounds, settling into nooks and crannies to create.
And don’t even get me started on the music…
The beat was contagious.
I shook and shimmied all sunset long. It was impossible not to dance!
The scent of carefree youth soaked into the night. The crowds were crazy and blissfully free.
This was a dream, a very good dream.
PS. Gratitude to lovely Carolyn for inviting me and to the org comm for a superb job done. x