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| I am currently interested in the sheer temporal-ness
of dance. The fact that is merely exists for the moment and then
becomes a memory, or a quick time file- in this case, is sort of unsettling
to me.
You can train for hours and hours and years and years, honing your body to expressive perfection, and during this time - even in your physical peak- it takes an hour or so to truly tune your instrument. How does that make you feel? I remember getting jealous when I was in college while I watched my boyfriend easily share his musical talents with friends, while I required the right kind of clothes, a particluar floor-sprung preferably, and mostly the time to warm up. As a dancer, I sometimes feel mute; only truly vocal when I am verging on fatigue and wrought with sweat do I experience a sort of nirvanah that quickly flees. |
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Here are some notes made by the dancer to explain how the movement phrase
was created:
| I worked with the idea of "throw-away" movement - never quite making
it through what I started doing. The description contains a sense
of frustration in the difficulties of communicating with dance which I
tried to bring out.
Amy |
