Dance, research, and news tangents. Today’s topic: borders.

Interconnections, intersections, all around, all the time.

I am occasionally struck by bouts of newsreading-rabbit-holes that make me think the world is messed up/bonkers/astonishing/ crazy/ violent/brutal.  And I aggressively undermine myself : and what are YOU doing? Getting an MFA in dance?!  Much good you’re doing for the world right now.

Those little voices inside us are pernicious! and yet. Yes.  Yes I am.

For many reasons.  But one reason is about art as a site of connection.  Connections between cultures, concepts, media. Between creator(s) and audience(s).  Dance as one of many lenses of art, lenses of looking, at the world. Education as the only way to ensure survival. Education that includes arts includes looking, seeing, thinking, considering, connecting, feeling, and if we play our cards right – empathy.  Looking in, and looking out with confidence.  Confident empathy- we DO want, rather need, that for humanity to survive. Right world?  (Right Washington DC? Right Ohio?…)

Two works I’m currently researching and analyzing for a paper for Dr. Hannah Kosstrin’s postmodernism class connected  to my news rabbit-hole this week.  And to many other things. But the connecting factor is a curiosity around borders, around citizenship, around existence and geography and mobility. And fear!

Works: (I highly recommend watching them both)

Mary Nunan’s Territorial Claims (1992/1997) and John Scott’s Fall and Recover (2004), have significant political ties to – and inherently comment upon- the social and political situations the artists and choreographers involved lived in – and echoes of those situations are returning in this week’s headlines about Brexit, about citizenship, about immigration, etc.

Thoughts and connections between the works to eachother and to this week’s headlines:

Territorial Claims was made in Ireland in 1992, made into a film in 1997, and relates to- as most dance does, a lot of things but a main topic is- the violence of the Troubles, the border conflict between The Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland that had been ongoing for decades until the Good Friday Agreement formally brokered some semblance of calm in 1998. Interestingly in an interview Nunan states that ethnic conflict in Bosnia made her more cognizant of the brutality of sectarian violence in her own country and galvanized to comment upon it.  Since the violence had been a constant presence, it became almost “normal.” A reminder of how easily we can become desensitized to injustice.

(Separation of families, poverty, segregated school systems – anyone?)

Scott’s piece created in 2004 deals with issues of identity. Also created by an Irish choreographer, the work – performed and created by predominantly refugees from African and Eastern European countries (many of whom are now Irish citizens) – premiered in the year of Ireland’s Citizenship Referendum and 27th Amendment to the Constitution. The amendment  removed jus soli or “right of the soil” birthright citizenship, restricting citizenship to children of citizens, or individuals eligible for citizenship, jus sanguinis or “right of blood,”  and relegated further decision making power about citizenship eligibility to the legislature.  The statement of non- ethnically Irish bodies, on Irish stages and world stages representing Ireland, then, is a pretty powerful one.

…trails of breadcrumbs…

Interestingly the establishment of birthright citizenship in Ireland was recent, only written down in 1998 as part of border negotiations  – as a result anyone born on the island of Ireland (North or South) was  officially considered an Irish national.  A variety of complicated factors- economic, social, political, led to an over 70% support rate for adjusting that clause in 2004. And yet a number of high profile deportation cases have stirred up  increasing support for immigrants rights and a growing distaste for the ramifications of the 27th Amendment.

this past weekend:

However any re-adjustment to the constitution  is hampered by worries around Brexit, and how changes in the relationship between the UK and the rest of Europe will impact the border permeability between Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland. Could a citizen then, born in Northern Ireland, to parent of a non Irish Nationality then enter Ireland and then the EU? Or what if someone born in Ireland, of non Irish descent, wanted to get into the UK!

Oh dear. Fear Fear Fear.

Fear of people crossing borders.

Other articles of interest:

We know a lot about about this fear it seems in the US:

-Sunday’s border closing at Tijuana Port of Entry, WaPo

-really thorough and interesting article about the US-Mexico border and immigration, WaPo

So do Ukraine and Russia and their contested waters

https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2018/11/ukraine-martial-law-effect-181128082222282.html

The Mediterranean & Europe

and on and on.

I make no pretense to have any solution to massive groups of displaced people, managing flow of immigrants to anywhere from anywhere. This isn’t a political blog. (Though, is art ever apolitical really?) But I’m interested in making sure we have thoughtful conversations about the state of fear that grips our “states.”

“Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.”

I’m pretty sure we’ve heard those words spoken by a green alien muppet.

What if we say them aloud, and consider their weight?

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Ay.

And all this from thinking about dances.

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thanks-giving

I’m thankful for you.

For family.

For friendship.

For neighbors.

For sun.

For dancing.

For food.

For poetry.

For learning.

For cups of tea.

For airplanes and subways and buses and trains and ferries and cars and bicycles  and feet.

For home in its many manifestations.

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Beginnerly Free-Play and Expectation Blocks

I am perfectly content, eager even, to fumble through things I don’t know anything about – like PhotoShop, or Final Cut,  or anything in the InterMedia Lab. I feel inept in these arenas.  I have no preconceived idea that my output must be stellar, or even decent. I’m embracing and learning through play.

Here’s an exercise in “Can you turn on a camera, upload footage, and do something with it?” I was delighted to complete even step one and see the little red  blinking dot.

(Thank you Andi – you’re awesome.)

On the contrary, I’m feeling a strong apprehension around academic writing -though I was longing to jump in again- that’s part of why I’m here in the first place.  I only have one important long form paper this semester – all other major assignments are shorter or in other media. And it’s not even that long a paper given writing I’ve done in the past. Laura you  have a degree in English. You used to do this well.

Bingo. Comparison to a previous self whose composition muscles were in-shape from constant use.

Ahhh. I’ve been grading essays for  years now – not writing them! Though I have continuously worked with words.  Choosing verbal cues for exercises for different demographics, writing”un-boring” practice sentences to teach parts of speech, writing hopefully clear exam questions…  but I’m afraid of the blank screen, and worse I’m afraid of a screen full of mediocre content.

I imagine this is a typical returning-student symptom. Though that doesn’t really make me feel better in the moment.

Like stepping into ballet class for the first time in a while – I undercut efforts by comparing the potential product to an ideal image or an illusion of previous abilities.  And yet I know the falling off balance is how to get your balance muscles back.  The getting messy gets you back “on your leg.” I know this rationally.  But the ego wrapped up in expectation isn’t rational.

The expectation feedback loop is such a thwart to the creative experience of play that facilitates growth.

Let’s be brave and play.

Oh but the internet- you fountain of e-books and JSTOR documents – you are also brimming with procrastination fodder –  who was Kate McKinnon this week?…

 

 

 

 

What you value

Hey you! Did you VOTE? It’s election Day.  Polls are open. Get there.  Vote what you value.

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(My new state of residence state seems to be under a somewhat endearing delusion that it actually resembles a heart – I think it’s closer to the anatomical heart than the Valentine’s one – but we get it…)

On the note of reflecting upon what matters to you…

A short study in Final Cut, a “how to edit” exercise using found dance footage, and seeing Silas Reiner’s and Rashaun Mitchell’s Tesseract in the same day, brought up some interesting aesthetic value questions for me.

Here’s my study, all original choreography is by Thomas Hauert Zoo Company, musical choice and video edits are mine – (totally unauthorized by them.)

I looked at several short clips of movement, and listened to the suggested tracks, but was hearing something else. Then, in that lovely uninhibited beginner fashion, just started juxtaposing things that seemed right. When a class full of students, sharing the same serious source material broke into sly smiles and laughter I loved it.  THAT! An actual connection between the audience and the work. That’s why we (I?) do this art-making thing. Prying open opportunities for connection.

On that same day, Tesseract was on at the Wexner. A Charles Atlas 3-D dance film followed by a live-feed projection enhanced dance performance choreographed by Reiner and Mitchell. I could appreciate the tension between mediated and physical bodies both in overarching structure of the evening, and within each half. Architecture as an overarching theme.  Strong physicality. Intricate patterns. Clear design choices. Beautiful lines. Interesting geometries. Strong technical dancing.  Though I wouldn’t say I enjoyed myself in the audience.

You know when you leave a show and you’re asked “Did you like it?” and your go-to response is “I don’t think it matters”?

I’d like to leave the theatre invigorated occasionally. Sometimes I like to really LIKE dance. I want to say: “ I felt something. I loved it let me buy a ticket to come back tomorrow.” (Not that most dance performances last that long).  And yet I don’t want to reduce dance/ art/theatrical experiences to escapist entertainment only.  That can be frustrating and alienating in a different way.  I’ve done that kind of work too – also not satisfying.

What is that elusive line- the right mix of virtuosities of physicality, intellect, and emotion that make a performance experience satisfying – and not just rigorous intellectual exercise -(or perhaps a combination encompassing both)?

 

They said it man…

 

Dancing the Great Arc

 

( photos: Whitney Browne)

In a tiny corner of west midtown Manhattan, (when they say between 10th and 11th they really mean corner of 11th) is a snug little shoebox, the Donaghy Theatre at the Irish Arts Center,  where I joined a pretty awesome  team of artists last weekend.

On Oct 26 & 27, I had the chance to sneak back to the city and make a cameo appearance in Darrah Carr Dance‘s new work Dancing the Great Arc. 

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Performing “For the Auroch”

Carr’s style “ModERIN,” is a playful combination of American modern dance and Irish dance vocabularies and aesthetics.  This sensibility was well paired with the oeuvre of her collaborators Dana Lyn and Kyle Sana, whose album, The Great Arc, the company illustrated over the course of the evening. Lyn and Sana take “trad” tunes into new sonic environments, punctuating with unusual pauses, condensing and expanding rhythms, and in this case, layering subtle natural references- frogs, crickets, mechanical sounds.  The evening followed their album in two parts, the constellations, dedicated to extinct animals, and the ark dedicated to endangered species. These were represented in the performance by subtle projection design by Dave Hannon, based upon drawings by Dana Lyn.

The pieces subtly referenced natural images, but allowed the movement and music to exist without imposing a narrative or character.

Some standout moments:

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Alexandra Williamson’s strong and elegant homage to the Stegosaurus, with angular jumps and Irish inflected “classic Modern” moments,  – took my breath away.

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Michelle Esch’s and Trent Kowalik’s rhythmic play between tap and Irish rhythms, while sliding through space with a contemporary abandon, winked at the Blue-tailed Skink.

 

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Jonathan Matthews‘ expressionistic “accidental sound” creation, exploring taps on feet hands, and knees – on floor and walls, dedicated to the Sumatran Orangutan.

 

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Melissa Padham Maass, with characteristically masterful lines, poignantly, gracefully, obliquely penned a letter to the Yangtze Finless Porpoise.

 

p-16Trent Kowalik, slowly and methodically enunciates a Jig rhythm with his feet, gradually  building sliding, scraping and multilayered percussion, decelerating and returning to a meditative rhythm, as if contemplating time passing, honoring the Great Auk.

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New Company member Kendal Griffler shines in highly complex foot patterns and elegant partnering in “For the Trilobites.”

 

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In a subtle nod to conservation, four dancers, Matthews, Kowalik, Esch, and Carr seated at the edge of the stage make music out of refuse. They accompany Lyn and Sana with a percussive improvisation using plastic bottles, gravel, junk metal, and plastic bins.

 

Reconnecting with these remarkable individuals again  highlighted the immense effort it takes to maintain an artistic practice ( anywhere, but in NYC specifically).  The catching up elicited remarkable tidbits: how many applications have you completed in the past few weeks? how many colleges are you working at right now?, and you’re balancing how many clients plus teaching gigs,and you manage to take your children to school? Etc.

I feel an overwhelming  sense of gratitude to these individuals and our broader creative community for continued dedication to generous creative practice despite all the reasons not to.

And to all of the individual audience members who came to share in the experience, without whom the work really doesn’t exist.

*Check out our mention in the Irish Echo – highlighting solos by yours truly and Jonathan Matthews!