Here I am–I’m doing it! I’m swallowing my pride and following through with the thought of “better late than never” that I’ve been having since the schoolyear began…3 months ago.
The summer feels irrelevant and as though it occurred ages ago, but since neither are actually true about it and I’ve not kept up my civic duty as a blog keeper very well, here’s a quick recap.
I spent almost two weeks in New York City, dancing and walking and sweating, all while staying at the gracious home of one of my best friends in the whole world, Carley Marholin. She was my dance-world big sister during my time living and working in the city and she taught me more about myself and dance than I probably will ever be able to put into words. Being in her space and presence was a much needed soul massage and I came out the other side refreshed and ready to tackle a month long summer intensive at Hubbard Street Dance Chicago.
They take the “Intensive” part of their program very literally, and intense it was. Every night looked the same: me rolling out every muscle and fiber of fascia in my body, walking around with an ice pack wrapped around either hamstring, and attempting to reach an appropriate level of hydration. I learned some amazing rep by William Forsythe who needs no subscript, as well as Hubbard’s resident choreographer Alejandro Cerrudo, rehearsal director Lucas Crandall, and past company member Penny Saunders. I loved dancing it all and dancing it all a lot, but I found myself intellectually really unfulfilled. I used to live to have a load of physically challenging choreography thrown at me, with the goal to turn around and regurgitate it as quickly and as accurately as possible. I used to find relief and comfort in my lack of say in the matter. Now, that feels like a challenge for a previous version of myself. Presently I am more proud and confident than ever that my input, be it physically or intellectually, can make a difference in the creative process. Hubbard Street was definitely a learning experience and the lack of space allotted for this kind of exchange further confirmed my interests in settings/opportunities where it does exist.
We now arrive at the currently dissipating semester. I am involved in three graduate student works on top of once again taking the maximum amount of credit hours. On Wednesdays, I have a class at 830am, 1020am, 1245pm, 3pm, 520pm, and then rehearsal from 7-9pm. All other days are only slightly less packed versions of that. It is a life of going going going and never ever stopping. I am taking in all the information so quickly this semester that sometimes I feel like I don’t have time to process it and make learning connections like I did last year. I’m learning to be ok with this, as I know it’s going to happen eventually (just maybe not as instantly as I’d like.)
The number one most salient class for me right now is Analysis. It’s the class that I kind of came back to college for without even knowing. It’s a vernacular created by dancers for dancers who want to talk about dance in a codified, clear, and defined way. It’s made communicating my thoughts on movements that don’t have names (pretty much all contemporary dance) so much easier. And if you know me, you know I do not discriminate against any kind of analysis and love them all equally whether it’s of the feminist, emotional, social, psychological, variety.
I’m now on Fall Break, a fleeting four days of leaves and Netflix and naps. I promise to be better next month.
post script: the unedited selfies for these posts are always taken right as I am writing them in an attempt to further and more accurately represent the present.
post post script: oh yea, also got my eyebrow pierced.