The performance was GREAT! It felt so good to do something I believed in to my toes. It was the first overt political statement I've made through dance. I can't wait to post the footage... soon, I promise!
A huge thank you to the dancers and to Paul for making it happen. And, of course to those who came out to support us; without you it would be another rehearsal.
Whew! On to the next episode...
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
FREE Performance 6pm TODAY!
I'm this tired! I took this pic of Shallom (one of the fab dancers in this piece) and my kid... we were all delirious - as usual!
Objects of Hope: America - First Draft
Part of the DC Improvisation Festival
Friday, Sept 28th 6 pm
Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial Library
901 G Street NW
Washington, D.C. 20001
http://www.improvfestival.com/performance_schedule.html
FREE!!
We've been dancing our butts off this week to prepare. I'm thrilled to have the space, location, and support that allowed this piece to come to fruition. This is the first time I've made a blatant political statement through dance. I'm a bit nervous about public response, but also relieved and content to have made the work. Of course, the work is never really finished.... I just made play-dough (at 2 a.m.) as part of the audience participation aspect. And I have one piece of music to edit, but you know... that's how we do.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Help from the Universe...
So, two weeks ago I didn't have the people I needed to pull off the performance I have on Friday. The universe heard my plea for the right dancers and "WHAM" they walked through the door.
I am a very lucky lady. I can't wait for Friday to come.
These dancers have given me a minimum of 2 hours daily this week to pull this work together and into performance shape.
:)
I am a very lucky lady. I can't wait for Friday to come.
These dancers have given me a minimum of 2 hours daily this week to pull this work together and into performance shape.
:)
Thursday, September 20, 2007
In Flight
Glances across a room
Huge curious sky colored eyes filled with questions
Tall, linear, elegant and stylish
He laughs often with his companions
Occasionally our eyes meet
We smile
Our meals end
He pauses, lingering a half-moment longer than the rest
His head tilts, body tenses
But, he silently strides away
Huge curious sky colored eyes filled with questions
Tall, linear, elegant and stylish
He laughs often with his companions
Occasionally our eyes meet
We smile
Our meals end
He pauses, lingering a half-moment longer than the rest
His head tilts, body tenses
But, he silently strides away
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Dinner Party
Glasses clinking as friendships are forged and renewed.
Bellies fill to the tune of political discourse and stories past.
How it was, should, and might be; our objects of hope.
Garlic butter scented memories of children giggling, romping, and cuddling up to new faces.
Bedtime stories, lavender bubbles, and mom's golden touch put little hands, feet, and hearts fast asleep.
A stolen Glance.
The press of a hand.
Invitations of something more intimate as the sun fades and the air cools.
A porch party quartet dances on, glasses clinking as friendships warm.
Red velvet cake melts on the tongue, sweetening the already rich and lush canvass of the day. The contours smooth and silky,
painted in my mind with shades of reds accented with hues of deep blue and green;
the colors of my happiness.
Written for Randy, not quite on his Birthday.
18 Sept 2007
KEM
Bellies fill to the tune of political discourse and stories past.
How it was, should, and might be; our objects of hope.
Garlic butter scented memories of children giggling, romping, and cuddling up to new faces.
Bedtime stories, lavender bubbles, and mom's golden touch put little hands, feet, and hearts fast asleep.
A stolen Glance.
The press of a hand.
Invitations of something more intimate as the sun fades and the air cools.
A porch party quartet dances on, glasses clinking as friendships warm.
Red velvet cake melts on the tongue, sweetening the already rich and lush canvass of the day. The contours smooth and silky,
painted in my mind with shades of reds accented with hues of deep blue and green;
the colors of my happiness.
Written for Randy, not quite on his Birthday.
18 Sept 2007
KEM
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Alabama
So, my mom is doing research deep into our family roots. While looking in Alabama she came across this:
from history of covington county alabama.
pilgrim's rest church
September 1865 Read and received letter to association.
October 1865 Took up the case of "Sister Mary Carter for the act of
whoredom and appointed Sister Scofield, Sister Mary Jackson, and Sister
Elizabeth Parker in case of failure, to labor with Sister Carter and report of
their labors at our next conference."
pilgrim's rest church
September 1865 Read and received letter to association.
October 1865 Took up the case of "Sister Mary Carter for the act of
whoredom and appointed Sister Scofield, Sister Mary Jackson, and Sister
Elizabeth Parker in case of failure, to labor with Sister Carter and report of
their labors at our next conference."
November 1865 Heard the report of the committee appointed to labor with Sis.
Mary Carter. On move and second, voted to "test her fellowship" and excluded
her from membership.
Mary Carter. On move and second, voted to "test her fellowship" and excluded
her from membership.
Apparently, condemning thy neighbor instead of forgiving was aight then too. Hmmm.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Insomnia
So, I do this thing at night. I'm exhausted, but not ready to rest. I get mentally itchy and need to create something. I suppose I'm not alone in that, or blogs wouldn't be such a popular outlet.
Typically I make a movement phrase or write a poem or read.... blogging is new to me. We'll see where it goes.
Life has me psyched for so many things... yet, the need to connect with people and be truly part of my own humanity has eclipsed many other priorities. It has given me strength to try new things and a grounding for risk-taking with my art.
Here's to change.
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