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自己,自由,自在.
watch.
listen.
prepare.
be.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
one more to go...
one more.
one more and this adventure ends. or rather, pauses.
and perhaps, after a year of learning, pain, frustrations, bafflement, fear, wonder
this is just the beginning.
one more and this adventure ends. or rather, pauses.
and perhaps, after a year of learning, pain, frustrations, bafflement, fear, wonder
this is just the beginning.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
"the more you develop... the more you realize how little you know..."
"...the more I make work, the more I discover my weaknesses" :)
I've discovered many. Sometimes too many. And I continue discovering them.
but however little you know,
because of how little you know, you keep at it. you keep on. you keep up.
the point is, you CAN create what you want.
I've discovered many. Sometimes too many. And I continue discovering them.
but however little you know,
because of how little you know, you keep at it. you keep on. you keep up.
the point is, you CAN create what you want.
you can envision it. you can make it. you can do it. and share with others. even just a few.
it is worth it.
it is worth it.
an image:
standing on the shoulder of giants, or on the edge of a cliff, above a sea of clouds... except maybe 相反的, opposite, topsy-turvy (upside down?)
standing on the shoulder of giants, or on the edge of a cliff, above a sea of clouds... except maybe 相反的, opposite, topsy-turvy (upside down?)
these are maybe thoughts for another day, to develop and see through.
today we tried more presence. more being. more at-easeness.
自在,存在
all things we know and then forget.
little toddlers are the best teachers.
little toddlers are the best teachers.
and so, go on, continue.
your roots. they are in your body. and so is everything else.
it's all there. let it come out.
it's all there. let it come out.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
自在 - presence
this demands its own chapter, its own book.
but as we walk-run-move in the space, if the focus is within (within the group, between the group), then the space expands.
and is the audience part of the space, or not? is it to be taken into consideration? or is the single-minded attention/presence enough?
presence expands? presence fills the space?
but as we walk-run-move in the space, if the focus is within (within the group, between the group), then the space expands.
and is the audience part of the space, or not? is it to be taken into consideration? or is the single-minded attention/presence enough?
presence expands? presence fills the space?
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
(re) learning
focus attention space time rhythm balance smile emptiness zest self-confidence presence courage relaxation intensity commitment timeliness care forgiveness dedication simplicity lightheartedness willingness breathing right-now-right-here
in no specific order.
in no specific order.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
rise to the challenge
because it's so easy not to.
it's so easy to forget all the little steps, all the precision required, all the focus.
and without the little steps, nothing is accomplished.
there is just frustration, fear, failures.
each moment, focus. there's a story everywhere. find it. be it.
it's the little steps that make it possible to share your talent, your creativity, your skills (your hard work) with others.
it's the little steps that make it possible to share the gift: the gift you have, which is so only if it is shared, given.
the little steps don't ensure non-failure
but the little steps allow you to fail more, fail better, and continue trying, until you get it, until you learn, until you 超過, until you, well, until you
succeed.
a moment of focus, of truth, makes all the sacrifices worthwhile.
and there's only one way to get there.
don't forget.
it's so easy to forget all the little steps, all the precision required, all the focus.
and without the little steps, nothing is accomplished.
there is just frustration, fear, failures.
each moment, focus. there's a story everywhere. find it. be it.
it's the little steps that make it possible to share your talent, your creativity, your skills (your hard work) with others.
it's the little steps that make it possible to share the gift: the gift you have, which is so only if it is shared, given.
the little steps don't ensure non-failure
but the little steps allow you to fail more, fail better, and continue trying, until you get it, until you learn, until you 超過, until you, well, until you
succeed.
a moment of focus, of truth, makes all the sacrifices worthwhile.
and there's only one way to get there.
don't forget.
Friday, November 18, 2011
on physical actions (to be continued, of course)
make them all count
make them all real
rather, let them all be real, they already are, if you give yourself a why, a how, an image. and if you believe in it.
it's simple.
it's not -just movement-, even when it is.
act. do it. find the life force in it, let it come it, let it go out. let it be. perhaps, you are just a vehicle for it.
mostly, though, take good care.
and focus. focus. focus.
make them all real
rather, let them all be real, they already are, if you give yourself a why, a how, an image. and if you believe in it.
it's simple.
it's not -just movement-, even when it is.
act. do it. find the life force in it, let it come it, let it go out. let it be. perhaps, you are just a vehicle for it.
mostly, though, take good care.
and focus. focus. focus.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
erleichda.
i am borrowing this from Tom Robbins, and it's the best advice ever: "lighten up".
simple, no?
also, get some sleep. it helps.
i
realize this is neither deep nor academically relevant, but one must
not forget the small things. especially when the drama of creativity
turns the failure to remember and practice them into obsessions.
and, more importantly, I must find a way to return to me, instead of trying to be someone else, something I am not.
yes, all the best advice, and all the best practices, are quite simple.
Monday, November 14, 2011
11.13.11 : 3 - 1 : 1 out of 4 = still much to learn.
a couple days ago I wrote about emptiness.
it's a tricky thing:
it's always (t)here, if we allow it to be,
but it can't be -done- on command;
it can be summoned, perhaps, but it may not heed our invitation.
and yet it's there, lingering, inside the space, inside of the performing body, and outside.
when we let it be, and really listen to it, and really re-act to it (often without doing anything at all), it fills itself with beauty.
but when we rush it, when we -do- it, when we actively look for it, then it isn't emptiness at all, and it smells stale, lifeless.
so what to do?
how do you prepare to open and receive it, how do you let itself be full and empty at once, so that what you are, do and give (your partners, the audience) may become one and the same?
this
search-without-searching is what keeps me going.
it's all there already.
it's a tricky thing:
it's always (t)here, if we allow it to be,
but it can't be -done- on command;
it can be summoned, perhaps, but it may not heed our invitation.
and yet it's there, lingering, inside the space, inside of the performing body, and outside.
when we let it be, and really listen to it, and really re-act to it (often without doing anything at all), it fills itself with beauty.
but when we rush it, when we -do- it, when we actively look for it, then it isn't emptiness at all, and it smells stale, lifeless.
so what to do?
how do you prepare to open and receive it, how do you let itself be full and empty at once, so that what you are, do and give (your partners, the audience) may become one and the same?
this search-without-searching is what keeps me going.
it's all there already.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
watching
I wanna say that at times today my body felt like molten metal, able to flow to the floor without hurting, soft and silent. But it sounds silly, and not just because it's almost 3am.
but, still, it was worth noting. perhaps solely as a very personal reminder of physical possibilities.
we need to talk process. we need to talk therapy. the therapy that is the process. the self-therapy of learning, unlearning, removing blockages, setting the expressive self free.
people invest lots of money in this. I invest my time, body and effort. And doing it on one's own physical presence has the added value of discovered truth.
it is experimental. not in a scientific sense, per se, but because a lot of trial and error is involved; because undivided attention is necessary.
but it's more than experimental, too. it's something I can't quite pinpoint right now.
it is an opening. it is a sharing. it is all of the things I've already written about, and have done so after reading it written by others (Grotowski, Richards, Schechner, and many, many more), and explored in/on/with/without -me-.
but, still, it was worth noting. perhaps solely as a very personal reminder of physical possibilities.
we need to talk process. we need to talk therapy. the therapy that is the process. the self-therapy of learning, unlearning, removing blockages, setting the expressive self free.
people invest lots of money in this. I invest my time, body and effort. And doing it on one's own physical presence has the added value of discovered truth.
it is experimental. not in a scientific sense, per se, but because a lot of trial and error is involved; because undivided attention is necessary.
but it's more than experimental, too. it's something I can't quite pinpoint right now.
it is an opening. it is a sharing. it is all of the things I've already written about, and have done so after reading it written by others (Grotowski, Richards, Schechner, and many, many more), and explored in/on/with/without -me-.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
well, this is from a different show, at a different time, under very different circumstances... but it still all holds true. it still matters.
it still is.
and it still does.
today, during the post-show q&a, someone asked how we are relating to the audience (or something along those lines).
It prompted me to point to what's kept me going through the past 10 months (and most likely, much longer):
the sharing, the generous giving of one to another, to a witness to an audience.
I do what I do, we do what we do, we work hard, so that we may give something (something true, beautiful, simple, something real?) to the audience, to those who choose to take part. So that, after months of ugliness, of pain, of insecurities and unbearable fear(s), something may arise, something may be shared.
the "performing" is the easiest part.
leave space
leave some space for emptiness.
you may see beauty.
I've been struggling with "finding the feeling", searching for the right thing to do, to summon, to conjure.
Instead, I just needed to relax and be reminded to let what needs to be empty be empty.
Emptiness is beautiful in and of itself.
So thank you, Shai, for reminding me.
And thank you, me, for letting it be.
There's a lot more to say about this.
It may be the one reason why we work so hard to do what we do.
It ought to be.
無為. Duh.
you may see beauty.
I've been struggling with "finding the feeling", searching for the right thing to do, to summon, to conjure.
Instead, I just needed to relax and be reminded to let what needs to be empty be empty.
Emptiness is beautiful in and of itself.
So thank you, Shai, for reminding me.
And thank you, me, for letting it be.
There's a lot more to say about this.
It may be the one reason why we work so hard to do what we do.
It ought to be.
無為. Duh.
Friday, November 11, 2011
11.11.10, actually, 11.11.11
the premiere is over. Successor - 繼承者 just happened, for an audience.
there is so much to say
and yet nothing to say
I feel a great emptiness. a vast emptiness.
These 10 months have been most intense, most demanding, most disappointing, most blessing-full.
this past week, these last few days, I've felt more alive than I had in what seemed a long, long time.
All
that I had put myself through was being resolved, or rather, I allowed
it, finally, to take care of itself. and what was left was the
opportunity to share the ugly struggle in its (hopefully) beautiful
result.
but I am saying too much already.
maybe because I haven't said enough in the last 5 months.
Because I've been too afraid.
Too afraid to be me.
Too afraid to be corageous.
Too afraid to simply be.
And
this beautiful journey continues. Even with a torn meniscus, if it is
indeed torn. Even with all the mistakes that were made today.
Thank you, to all who came, whether you'll ever read this or not.
Thank you to all my HORSE brothers.
Thank you to my family, who believed in me even when I didn't (which happened all too often).
and thank you to myself, for finding the will to keep going even if I didn't believe I could.
It's been worth it. It is worth it. And it's only getting better, or rather, more true.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
you've got to chew it..
..so that you may digest it
you've got to chew it
before you can digest it
do not try to skip this. do not not chew it.
I am learning small things every day.
The key is being able to not be too exhausted, too distracted, too frustrated, too "thinking-too-much", so that I may actually realize what it is that I am learning. So that I may see it. So that I may feel it. So that, what my body knows, can become mine, despite the beliefs to the contrary that constantly arise out of frustration and difficulties.
So far, I've been able to muster the focus I need before and during the small performances: there's a presence, an urgency that helps this process, of course.
Not so much during rehearsals, which are often still a big mess of movement, frustration, soreness and doubts. Of course, were I to find the focus, most of the above would immediately vanish. And of course, if I were able to let go of the above, however slightly, the focus would more easily appear.
There is also plenty to be said about precision: the need for it, my need for it, and my overall lack thereof.
Also on the very full table laid out for this embodied feast:
you've got to chew it
before you can digest it
do not try to skip this. do not not chew it.
I am learning small things every day.
The key is being able to not be too exhausted, too distracted, too frustrated, too "thinking-too-much", so that I may actually realize what it is that I am learning. So that I may see it. So that I may feel it. So that, what my body knows, can become mine, despite the beliefs to the contrary that constantly arise out of frustration and difficulties.
So far, I've been able to muster the focus I need before and during the small performances: there's a presence, an urgency that helps this process, of course.
Not so much during rehearsals, which are often still a big mess of movement, frustration, soreness and doubts. Of course, were I to find the focus, most of the above would immediately vanish. And of course, if I were able to let go of the above, however slightly, the focus would more easily appear.
There is also plenty to be said about precision: the need for it, my need for it, and my overall lack thereof.
Also on the very full table laid out for this embodied feast:
- stop thinking so much
- stop worrying about others
- stop worrying about yourself. you CAN do it. you are DOING it.
- be a little nicer
- be a little wiser
- be a little smarter, and get the rest you need
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
silence. breakings.
so.
I guess I've had -some- difficulties.. and that's why this has been silent for 2 and a half months (and why I've been so self-consciously exhausted, and troubled, and dissatisfied, and oh-too-serious, and not so kind to myself).
Sorry.
but
despite the many difficulties
dances were danced
bodies were moved
breaths were inhaled
things were learned
and unlearned
and breakthroughs are happening.
Monday, March 14, 2011
-pause-［中場］is done, bye bye KaoHsiung
The show, 中場, was pretty simple, a 30-minute showing of the work we've been doing for the last weeks, particularly the last two weeks here in the South: four dancers (two in black suits, two in white, long winter underwear), a beautifully blank, huge studio space, some talcum powder and a chair. Some music, and over 150 audience members filling the performing space pretty much to the brim.
The process, these last two weeks in residency at WeiWuYing (衛武營) here in KaoHsiung, was anything but. It was full of doubts, uncertainties, troublesome thoughts, physical strain and pretty much all my fears, wrapped in one portable package, for me to enjoy.
It was tremendously exhausting, and most days of rehearsals were, for me, disappointing. And it was, it is all for the best. We didn't discover fire, nor revolutionize the world of dance with it, but, in small, very personal, very internal ways, I did.. something. I overcame. I think. I proved, to myself more than to anyone on the outside, that, well, it can be done. The "movement" can be learned.
There's a lot more to this, but despite feeling that I have, somewhat embodiedly (is it even a word?), dealt with the conscious/subconscious fears that have kept me up late nights day after day, it's once again mighty late/early in the morning. And I need to rest.
So thank you. Thank you process. Thank you body. Thank you dance. Thank you fears. Thank you 驫.
The process, these last two weeks in residency at WeiWuYing (衛武營) here in KaoHsiung, was anything but. It was full of doubts, uncertainties, troublesome thoughts, physical strain and pretty much all my fears, wrapped in one portable package, for me to enjoy.
It was tremendously exhausting, and most days of rehearsals were, for me, disappointing. And it was, it is all for the best. We didn't discover fire, nor revolutionize the world of dance with it, but, in small, very personal, very internal ways, I did.. something. I overcame. I think. I proved, to myself more than to anyone on the outside, that, well, it can be done. The "movement" can be learned.
There's a lot more to this, but despite feeling that I have, somewhat embodiedly (is it even a word?), dealt with the conscious/subconscious fears that have kept me up late nights day after day, it's once again mighty late/early in the morning. And I need to rest.
So thank you. Thank you process. Thank you body. Thank you dance. Thank you fears. Thank you 驫.
Friday, March 11, 2011
and after the long, sleepless soliloquy, another more concise, more precise quote...
...from the same Anna Teresa De Keersmaeker's video.
"it was sort of teaching myself, searching and teaching myself how to make a dance, what were the things I liked."
This is what I am doing. Right now.
The teaching, and the searching, continues.
(ps: I am so lucky.)
"it was sort of teaching myself, searching and teaching myself how to make a dance, what were the things I liked."
This is what I am doing. Right now.
The teaching, and the searching, continues.
(ps: I am so lucky.)
something heard/saw today, something remembered (finally!) yesterday (which will surely prompt a long-winded soliloquy)
"...it becomes very much about the amount of space you occupy in a certain amount of time. Precision becomes very crucial."
(Anna Teresa De Keersmaeker, speaking after a small show at NY's MoMA)
It's a good reminder. A good mantra to keep in mind. Something to DO, every moment, in the studio, and even outside of it.
(The quote is from this, simple, very good video. The rest of it is from me, from us at Horse Dance Theatre, from the blessed studio.)
The struggle has continued, all through the silence of this "blog" (internet issues, couldn't get anything written/published, plus sheer exhaustion).
The struggle with the lack of focus, the lack of energy--no doubt the two are related (I feel like I am redundantly saying the obvious 90% of the time. Perhaps I should rename this experiment "Duh...")--has continued daily.
I've been too serious, and not in a positive, healthy way: just too darned serious to enjoy, to have a good time, to breathe. My body, muscles, joints, digestive system, has been in knots, and no wonder. I would have needed someone to gave me a good shaking, literally, and tell me: "loosen up, kid!".
Because this is, despite/because it's so important, supposed to be FUN. Yes, fun, FUN, capital F capital U capital N. Because otherwise it's just too much to deal with. It becomes too hard (instead of impossibly hard), and I/one just can't deal with that. One ends up developing, or dwelling more often/deeper, in neuroses and bad habits that do very little to help the work.
And yesterday it finally (re)dawned on me: this is FUN. It's fun! It's a blessing. Sure, my body aches, my back is killing me, my belly is bloated, I am not sleeping well nor enough. But I get to do this, day in and day out. For a living. A very frugal living, but still.
It's a realization that will take some time to sink back in, to drill through the layers of stale BS I've been shrouding myself in for God/god/Goddess knows whatever reason. (It's fear. Plain and simple. Duh.) But it's another good beginning. And through this process, in which all the bad, all the evil, all the ugly, all the lazy, all the complacent is made to surface, displayed, even paraded around, well, I will need a lot of beginnings. One for every bad habit and every fear I am trying to shed seems like an acceptable/necessary ratio.
And so we continue. I continue. Two days until the showing. I am sleeping too little, still, but I feel my inner energy and strength resurfacing, somewhat. It's a good omen. And it's about fricking time it did, in all honesty...
Precision. Focus. Fun. Hard work. Laughter. Even a glass of red wine or two. They can all coexist, be part of the process. And they ought to.
(Anna Teresa De Keersmaeker, speaking after a small show at NY's MoMA)
It's a good reminder. A good mantra to keep in mind. Something to DO, every moment, in the studio, and even outside of it.
(The quote is from this, simple, very good video. The rest of it is from me, from us at Horse Dance Theatre, from the blessed studio.)
The struggle has continued, all through the silence of this "blog" (internet issues, couldn't get anything written/published, plus sheer exhaustion).
The struggle with the lack of focus, the lack of energy--no doubt the two are related (I feel like I am redundantly saying the obvious 90% of the time. Perhaps I should rename this experiment "Duh...")--has continued daily.
I've been too serious, and not in a positive, healthy way: just too darned serious to enjoy, to have a good time, to breathe. My body, muscles, joints, digestive system, has been in knots, and no wonder. I would have needed someone to gave me a good shaking, literally, and tell me: "loosen up, kid!".
Because this is, despite/because it's so important, supposed to be FUN. Yes, fun, FUN, capital F capital U capital N. Because otherwise it's just too much to deal with. It becomes too hard (instead of impossibly hard), and I/one just can't deal with that. One ends up developing, or dwelling more often/deeper, in neuroses and bad habits that do very little to help the work.
And yesterday it finally (re)dawned on me: this is FUN. It's fun! It's a blessing. Sure, my body aches, my back is killing me, my belly is bloated, I am not sleeping well nor enough. But I get to do this, day in and day out. For a living. A very frugal living, but still.
It's a realization that will take some time to sink back in, to drill through the layers of stale BS I've been shrouding myself in for God/god/Goddess knows whatever reason. (It's fear. Plain and simple. Duh.) But it's another good beginning. And through this process, in which all the bad, all the evil, all the ugly, all the lazy, all the complacent is made to surface, displayed, even paraded around, well, I will need a lot of beginnings. One for every bad habit and every fear I am trying to shed seems like an acceptable/necessary ratio.
And so we continue. I continue. Two days until the showing. I am sleeping too little, still, but I feel my inner energy and strength resurfacing, somewhat. It's a good omen. And it's about fricking time it did, in all honesty...
Precision. Focus. Fun. Hard work. Laughter. Even a glass of red wine or two. They can all coexist, be part of the process. And they ought to.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
the real value
"the real value (of the exercises) lies in not being able to do them."
J. Grotowski
thank you for the reminder, maestro.
J. Grotowski
thank you for the reminder, maestro.
homework for today, and for every day:
...is finding the focus I lost.
Is giving myself the discipline I need.
I should be good at this, but, honestly, I am failing.
Beyond the difficulties of learning the dance, and learning to dance (a certain way), this is the struggle right now.
From failure, they say, comes success.
So here we go.
Is giving myself the discipline I need.
I should be good at this, but, honestly, I am failing.
Beyond the difficulties of learning the dance, and learning to dance (a certain way), this is the struggle right now.
From failure, they say, comes success.
So here we go.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
catching up
first things first:
I must catch up on sleep, then catch up with the connection between myself and the work. And only then, I think, I'll be able to catch up with what's been left silent in the last few weeks.
I will explain, as/where necessary, what's been happening since the creative process began in mid-January.
For now, this update:
we are in 高雄 (KaoHsiung), Southern Taiwan, in residency for two weeks at 衛武營藝術文化中心 (WeiWuYing Culture and Arts Center), rehearsing and showing a bit of (previous) work on March 13th, at the local Theatre Space 281. It's quite thrilling to be here, and have the space and time to breathe and focus.
And focusing now requires that I, quite simply... sleep. Tomorrow we begin.
I must catch up on sleep, then catch up with the connection between myself and the work. And only then, I think, I'll be able to catch up with what's been left silent in the last few weeks.
I will explain, as/where necessary, what's been happening since the creative process began in mid-January.
For now, this update:
we are in 高雄 (KaoHsiung), Southern Taiwan, in residency for two weeks at 衛武營藝術文化中心 (WeiWuYing Culture and Arts Center), rehearsing and showing a bit of (previous) work on March 13th, at the local Theatre Space 281. It's quite thrilling to be here, and have the space and time to breathe and focus.
And focusing now requires that I, quite simply... sleep. Tomorrow we begin.
好久不見~ it's been a while...
yes it has.
This may sound obvious, but the writing I will be doing is going to be very personal. Perhaps uncomfortably so. Necessarily so.
Why? The simple answer is that I've been, and am, overwhelmed.
By the task at hand. By its difficulty. And by those self-imposed limitations and fears that often creep up, threatening to trump creative acts.
I've spent the last few weeks utterly disappointed and mostly fearful (of not being good enough for this): looking for a breakthrough, I've instead managed to exhaust myself.
I thought this writing process could be a simple companion, log of the creative process, an explanation of processes and techniques, rather than a very personal diary, a very intimate struggle. I was wrong. Because what I'm doing, I am realizing more and more, is working on myself, for myself and against my own blocks and bad habits, in order to allow the creative act to arise.
This may sound obvious, but the writing I will be doing is going to be very personal. Perhaps uncomfortably so. Necessarily so.
To paraphrase someone greater who's come before: -creativity- demands, first, the destruction of what's blocking the creativity from happening, the lying bare of the habits and the overcoming of them.
Furthermore, I think it's time to make this diary "public", and not because throes of people out there are waiting to read it, but because doing so will help in keeping it even more honest, while ensuring, perhaps, a higher standard of composition. This is personal, but it's not going to be just an unabashed vomiting of words and feelings onto virtual paper.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
by the way
before I forget
something which is obviously implied, but which I may as well verbalize now
thank you, 武康
thank you, 威嘉
thank you, 書毅
really.
something which is obviously implied, but which I may as well verbalize now
thank you, 武康
thank you, 威嘉
thank you, 書毅
really.
correspondences
So now we have me stand on my head, and moving slowly from there, doing all sorts of stuff. It's so hard, it's so much fun. Like learning to walk all over again, except on one's head and hands.
Requires paying a whole lot of attention.
Grotowski, perhaps, would be proud. Yet another unexpected (or maybe not so much) correspondence. This is why I do this.
We are actually researching all the videos available from the Workcenter's training sessions. I've decided to be better than they were at those exercises. Keep my legs straight, extend from center outward. put the breath in the dantian.
On the menu tomorrow (today): a tripod headstand, with a slow cartwheel, to a crouch, and a slide of the bent legs from there--> imagine if i were squatting in between two glass panes and cartwheeling on my head.
Must practice more, every day. Keeping my neck relaxed.
Meanwhile, it feels like 小邱 repatterned my whole body today, so thank you. Wow.
Requires paying a whole lot of attention.
Grotowski, perhaps, would be proud. Yet another unexpected (or maybe not so much) correspondence. This is why I do this.
We are actually researching all the videos available from the Workcenter's training sessions. I've decided to be better than they were at those exercises. Keep my legs straight, extend from center outward. put the breath in the dantian.
On the menu tomorrow (today): a tripod headstand, with a slow cartwheel, to a crouch, and a slide of the bent legs from there--> imagine if i were squatting in between two glass panes and cartwheeling on my head.
Must practice more, every day. Keeping my neck relaxed.
Meanwhile, it feels like 小邱 repatterned my whole body today, so thank you. Wow.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
one week down
week one of rehearsal is in the books.
things I've learned so far:
Yes. I can do this. I am doing it.
The challenge is not to be as good as everybody else at certain things.
The challenge is to keep at it, to improve, to focus on the details.
In short, to remind myself of all the important things that I often like to teach others.
The body, my body, is the lab. And the experiment. And the materials. All in one.
I see the results, every day.
And we continue.
things I've learned so far:
- I am very bad at ballet,
- however, my body learns really fast if I just let it.
- which of course is, often, very complicated.
Yes. I can do this. I am doing it.
The challenge is not to be as good as everybody else at certain things.
The challenge is to keep at it, to improve, to focus on the details.
In short, to remind myself of all the important things that I often like to teach others.
The body, my body, is the lab. And the experiment. And the materials. All in one.
I see the results, every day.
And we continue.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
so far...
lots of throwing bodies around
lots of small details I cannot remember
lots of muscles I still cannot control
lots of relèves
(many, many more of all of the above to come)
and a busted lip.
oh well
a nice bit of advice learned today (hopefully for the upteenth and last time): the breath. it helps. a whole lot. with just about everything. regulate it, see it. let it move you.
and a funny, developing camaraderie I didn't expect to find.
so, thank you.
lots of small details I cannot remember
lots of muscles I still cannot control
lots of relèves
(many, many more of all of the above to come)
and a busted lip.
oh well
a nice bit of advice learned today (hopefully for the upteenth and last time): the breath. it helps. a whole lot. with just about everything. regulate it, see it. let it move you.
and a funny, developing camaraderie I didn't expect to find.
so, thank you.
much needed reminder.
Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
Dr. Seuss
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
Dr. Seuss
note to self, #1
kid,
balancing is easier when you're rested,
so try to make sure
you get some sleep
before a big day of rehearsal.
you'll be thankful you did.
and your body will, too.
balancing is easier when you're rested,
so try to make sure
you get some sleep
before a big day of rehearsal.
you'll be thankful you did.
and your body will, too.
Monday, January 10, 2011
01.10.11
and so we begin.
this is like the dream I didn't know I had.
the whole thing is still very surreal, a mix of happiness, fear, expectancy, excitement, questions.
eleven months of my life.
eleven months to create something that is still unknown, a creative container amidst the madness of life.
eleven months to see if I can learn what I still don't know. (I'll have to learn it, well, pretty fast).
eleven months of daily practice.
繼承者. successor.
if you wish to listen, this is the place. welcome.
there will be words, maybe images. ideas.
there will be a bit of me.
Not because -me- is particularly important, but because, among other things, I want to see if -me- can keep a (somewhat organized) record of what he's doing.
the challenge is here.
thanks to the guys at 驫.
and to all of those who continue to teach me.
with gratitude,
mauro
and to all of those who continue to teach me.
with gratitude,
mauro
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