I got home late last night/early this morning. After a few hours of deep sleep, I did some aimless wandering around our home. Our sons are away. When they were younger and I’d come home from trips, we would gather and snuggle and tell each other stories about what we’d been up to. I felt a little guilty for not being around for those few days of their lives - but also deeply satisfied at diving into work in new places, in new communities. This morning was quiet and sweet. Our dog, waiting and watchful - where have you been? where are the others? will you please just lie down here with me and rub my belly? And then there is a garden fresh rhubarb crisp in the fridge, made by Paul. Today is the day for caffeine/sugar highs and lows - I surrender.
I just returned from Winston-Salem where I shared this solo as well as new work by Chicken Bank Collective during the On Site/In Sight Dance Festival - presented by Helen Simoneau Danse. Every event - classes, pop-ups, performances - was free. Even the screening of Secondary Succession at aperture cinema was free. Support from the city and local businesses made it so. I now have a serious art crush on Winston-Salem!
Cinthia, Zap and I, 3 of the 6 chickens, had a conversation early in the week about how we can support each other going into performance. We offer help with logistics, we offer feedback, and most importantly, we show up for each other in the midst of performance. We collaborate by witnessing. All of the organizers, participants, space providers, photographers, videographers and tech crew in this festival were also unspoken collaborators. By being present with their own questions and curiosities, they affirmed my own and pushed me to dig a little deeper. The girl who danced near me in the art park and then skipped away - she is forever a part of this dance. The kids who I overheard saying, “she just keeps going in circles.” Yes - I do - thank you for noticing and staying with me as I did so.
DUST is emerging out of a solo I made a few years ago. In the last year, it continued to grow out of time spent in Munich - where I realized a rich and tragic family history, and found myself surrounded by ghosts. DUST is a work I believe I will explore/share/perform until my dying days. I see how it/I/we are simultaneously becoming and dissolving. If I stop asking questions in the midst of it - well - then I will put it away in my trunk of treasures. On Site/In Sight gave it a place to land for a moment, provided a fresh context, and gathered a new community of collaborators.
I extend a big hug of gratitude to those who gave us beds to sleep on and food to fuel us forward! liz simmons, mary's gourmet diner and small cafe.
to our surprise visitors, John and John!
to Katharine - long live our duets!
to Denisse, Gaby and Paola - always together no matter where in the world we are.
to Arcadio, Ximena and Amber.
to Celeste MIller and the MAPSanew folks - thank you for dancing here/not here with me.
to Helen, Caitlyn, Jessie, Blakeney, Julianne, Adam, Haydee, Christina, Chris, Taryn, Bea, Cara, Kyoko, Jimbo, Derek, David, Paideia - wow - I can't wait to dance with you again!
Til next time!