Engage but relax. Articulate but leave room for interpretation. Use immense effort but appear full of ease. Organize but let chaos ensue.
Although dance appears to be blissfully unaware of its own contradictions, I am not. As a creature that’s comprised of nothing but conflicting identities herself, I see them and celebrate them. In fact, I find them the most appealing aspects of dance. These seemingly opposite attributes function together as an empathetic ally, accepting me for my flaws and perfections alike. Dance may ask you to be responsible for immaterial constructs like shapes and lines and marks and counts but ultimately, the materials you have to carry those insignificant tasks out are your own flesh, blood, and bones. There are no filters like language, instruments, or tools that your message must sift through before they can be expended out into the universe and shared. It’s this that makes dance the ultimate mode of uninhibited, raw, and transparent human expression. It allows me to exercise my right to contradict and conflict and agree and disagree. It affords me an opportunity almost nothing else in the world can- to be a thousand things at once, and at the same time, only one: me.