A hodge podge of movements on a bench. What interests me in the folding or draping of the body on the bench. I love the moments that my body enhance the architecture of the bench in some way- whether I share the same lines or juxtaposes the linear design. I also enjoy the pedestrian moments and would be curious to explore different ways of arriving at them. The moment has no common thread- no common motivation throughout- my impulse was simply to move on the bench.
Same ole. Same ole. Same ole. Watching today's improv put me in a foul mood. I didn't see a single new idea. I have developed movement habits and patterns, and I feel that my past couple improvisation sessions in the studio have been more or less the same. On top of that I notice how I am not articulating through my feet, and am not using my plie to make movement wider, larger, and smoother. Bleh. I am going to make it my goal that the next improvisation sessions do not take place in a dance studio. The space carries too much baggage.
Our bodies have meaning. Our bodies carry meaning. Our bodies tell. Our bodies share. Our bodies communicate. Dance is being aware and making choices on how to communicate with our bodies. What am I saying when I move like this? Embodiment. How we feel changes the way we walk, sit, stand, and move. Today I was playing with two opposite movement ideas- folding into the body (specifically the shoulders and arms) and the lifting of the sternum to the ceiling. Opening and closing. Those very words carry so much meaning in life and motion.
What interests me about this improvisation is the movement with my arms behind my back, and the movement that spirals, twists, or shows opposition in the body.
I feel burnt out. I don't know if its today or just feeling burnt out on creativity in general. Regardless, improvisation is a habit regardless of feeling. (Plus, I take lots of time off already
This is a blog of processes. Through the sharing of media and writing I am following my impulses, teasing out and unpacking, translating, solidifying, and making concrete my investigations into something that can be shared.