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.
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February 2018
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