Last Monday I had the brilliant container of a Sandbox in Multidisciplinary Arts class. Each of us have had the opportunity to bring a creative knot or question to the group through participatory activities, conversations and workshopping as an open ended entry way into our individual projects. Throughout the semester I have been considering possibilities …
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…