June 9, 2017 At 10:51pm I came in from the little front porch in the moonlight. I had been sitting and then dancing in a way. Finding such pleasure in lifting my arm up and seeing it’s grey blue shades and the little yelps i called coyote calls and the assymmetry of my right hand …
an interstitial home for the unknown or less seen or too seen parts of ourselves
“There’s the shame of looking
And the shame of being looked at;
The shame of feeling pride
And the shame of feeling shame.
Poor dance that would call itself art.”
words/excerpts pulled from rehearsal notes with katherine. now we are making a dance?! Katherine and I had our third rehearsal imagines there’s something interested and choosing The contact was to move between our body sequentially mutual // 3 lists neck to Katherine’s elbow/Claire and backs connect/Claire’s elbow ankle/connect (c to K) head to Katherine’s thigh/neck to neck/Katherine’sClaire’s/knee …
Every few hours, or minutes, depending, I am reminded that for all the experiences I come into this program with, in so many ways I am a novice.
I have to remind myself that it is the best way that I can be right now, surrounded by people who have thought things I’ve never thought, accomplished things I’ve never even tried, and developed strategies for navigating a world I’m just now entering. It means that I have places to go and things to do that I haven’t realized exist…