Friday, May 1, 2009

my introduction and "manifesto."

This is my idea: I simply want to start this blog not to write, but to share the ideas that pass through my body.  All I want is to have a place to present - cost free, no complicated coordinating with collaborators, no rehearsals, and no late dancers.  This blog will serve the purpose of a venue.  I don't often share my thoughts verbally because of many reasons - mostly it's just difficult.  Not big on talking. The rub is that I can't communicate well without my body; not in the dance sense of the word (because that just conjures that sort of cosmic, therapeutic definition that annoys me - let's feel each others energy and move from your spleen).  "Dance," for all intents and purposes, is just a label.

In the spirit of this quote, I will use it to fortify my forthcoming point - let's call it my manifesto: "God creates, I do not create. I assemble and I steal everywhere to do it - from what I see, from what the dancers can do, from what others do."  Thank you, Mr. Balanchine.  So, this isn't just a cathartic exercise - I'm giving up the licence to my ideas (but I do get first dibs, ha).  Instead of keeping it to myself, I'm placing it on the shelf.  If you like what you see, take it...borrow it...wear it out and throw it away.  I'm tired of being self-conscious and assuming you don't care.  If you don't, then I suppose you wouldn't have read to this point.

For the record, I hope to not write nearly this much...

Just going to start out with something slightly vintage, circa summer 2007 (ha).  I have this long hallway in my apartment and had this idea to make a dance film in it.  I shot a lot of footage but technology got the best of me and this is the only bit of edited footage that surfaced after hours of finagling and futzing (don't laugh if you watch it. I said HOURS!!!)


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  2. Touches of Clara Bow, My Left Foot and the disciplined, tu-tued dancer inside my jewelry box, all begging to be heard in one body. I think you're on to something Jo; letting the architecture dictate the choreography. Think of the unexplored territory: the claustrophobic caves of Phang Nga Bay in Phuket, or the train tracks under the 5 boros -- how do you dance around an electric rail? And gosh, what costume would that call for? NG

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