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speak, being spoken

DSC08380Performing SPEAK last year at Outside the Box in Boston

I am re-working the third section of SPEAK for an upcoming performance.  My autistic godson Jacob is fully in the studio with me – coming through in little obsessions, mudras, moments of puzzling and illuminated stillness.  Gestures of smearing imaginary speech all over my body, up and down arms, across my chest.  I feel him shaping my whole body into mudras – letting him rip through me, my heart, my heart.  Thank you little man.  I love you.

Jacob in the playroom with his mother, JoAnn, opening the heart chakra.

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EDITED FEET (6 of 55) - Version 2Photo:  Pam White;  Sculpture:  Gillian Jagger

I will be performing on June 28 as part of the Body-Mind Centering Association conference at Skidmore College in Saratoga Springs, NY.  The performance is billed as “a showcase of somatic choreographers.”  I am not sure what that means, and there seems to be some disagreement online.

For the moment, I am liking what Barbara Mahler, from the Naropa Institute has to say about it: “I believe we, as a culture, have come to think of somatic work as having a loose and undefined physicality, as well as the opposite, which is dance as a conglomerate of outer-worldly movements and contortions, acrobatics and legs wrapping around one’s head. That is not all there is to choreography, dancing and performance.  For me, choreography has form, structure time, design, composition, emotion, perspective, clarity, movement invention, and rigor; and the many parts make up a whole.”

I will be performing the full-length version of SPEAK, which is rooted in my curiosity about language and the absence of language in its usual form.  It was sparked by work with my autistic godson and some physical research into aphasia, apraxia and synesthesia.  In the dance, I obsessively manipulate a number of bodily “languages:” gestural, postural, spatial and dynamic.  Are somatics a part of that?  Absolutely.  Was that my point of entry in making the dance?  Absolutely not.  Could somatics be a point of entry for making a dance?  Absolutely.  Do somatic explorations thread their way through my dancemaking practice?  Absolutely.

I will be sharing the program with Veena Chandra, Chrissy Nelson, Elaine Colandrea, Kate Morgan and a film by Lauren Kearns.  Should be a lovely evening.  Contact me to inquire about tickets.

 

 

growing the dance

Photo:  Pam White, from The Traveler by Paula Josa-Jones

Making solo work can be lonely.  In the studio I am alone. This is new for me, always the director, always in the company of interpreters (dancers) of my visions. Now I have set my feet on a new path – making a suite of solo dances that will premiere next year.  It is scary, exhilarating, necessary and as I said, often lonely.

During my February residency at the  Bogliasco Foundation in Italy, there was the collegial support – shared meals where we could diffuse the intensity of a day spent alone with our work.  There was something reassuring and playful so that making the journey back into the studio the next day felt more of a shared journey.

One of the solo dances I am building, The Traveler, is about a character who is similarly alone – journeying through perilous landscapes, finding and losing balance as the terrain shifts and buckles.  Besides the movement, I am making film, working with a projectiion designer, pushing into new visual landscapes.

I have not been sharing images or news about the work.  It has felt important to hold it, to let it grow like mushrooms in the dark, the quiet, the damp.  I am reminded of this by Mary Oliver:

Today

by Mary Oliver

Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

“Today” by Mary Oliver from A Thousand Mornings. © The Penguin Press, 2012. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

the dance, again

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Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?

by Mary Oliver

Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it.
It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds.
The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil.
The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold.

But the blue rain sinks, straight to the white
feet of the trees
whose mouths open.
Doesn’t the wind, turning in circles, invent the dance?
Haven’t the flowers moved, slowly, across Asia, then Europe,
until at last, now, they shine
in your own yard?

Don’t call this world an explanation, or even an education.

When the Sufi poet whirled, was he looking
outward, to the mountains so solidly there
in a white-capped ring, or was he looking

to the center of everything: the seed, the egg, the idea
that was also there,
beautiful as a thumb
curved and touching the finger, tenderly,
little love-ring,

as he whirled,
oh jug of breath,
in the garden of dust?

Copyright ©:  Mary Oliver