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.
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