Okay, hello.
So it's been.......six months since I last posted a journal entry. WOW.
I suppose a lot has changed since then.
Roberto and I moved into our fantastic little 1 bedroom apartment. Mostly I just love not having to deal with other roommates. It's just us and the cat....Dr. Henry Kissinger is his name, and he is the coolest blind cat in all the land. In fact, that's him in my new picture there. His eyes are scary looking at first, but he is incredibly adorable.
In other news..... my last performance with Dim Sum Dance company is this weekend. The director, Julie Mayo, is moving to Chicago, and taking the company with her. So this is it. I sort of wish we could go out with more of a bang....but the whole dancer/director/company relationship has been a little crazy. I'm in the performance, but not sure whether or not I'm actually a member of the company. I like to say that I am, but in the back of my head I'm pretty sure that Julie doesn't consider me to be. It's a long story and I don't feel like explaining, but basically I'm frustrated with this professional dance company's lack of professionalism.
Right now I'm working a lot on my own choreography. I'm really fed up with dancing, myself. I'm sick of classes and constantly being told that I'm not good enough. I've come to the realization that my role is as a choreographer, not a performer. Yes, I love being on stage, but it's perhaps even more fulfilling to have my work performed on stage and get to watch it myself. I feel like I have so much to say...so much worth saying, and the only way that I know how to say it is through movement. Of course, classes are always important to give myself more movement vocabulary....but ultimately I care more about my skills as a creator of work rather than my technique as a performer or work. I just wish that all of my teachers could understand that.
Bedtime now. Maybe I'll write again before another 6 months is up.
I suppose a lot has changed since then.
Roberto and I moved into our fantastic little 1 bedroom apartment. Mostly I just love not having to deal with other roommates. It's just us and the cat....Dr. Henry Kissinger is his name, and he is the coolest blind cat in all the land. In fact, that's him in my new picture there. His eyes are scary looking at first, but he is incredibly adorable.
In other news..... my last performance with Dim Sum Dance company is this weekend. The director, Julie Mayo, is moving to Chicago, and taking the company with her. So this is it. I sort of wish we could go out with more of a bang....but the whole dancer/director/company relationship has been a little crazy. I'm in the performance, but not sure whether or not I'm actually a member of the company. I like to say that I am, but in the back of my head I'm pretty sure that Julie doesn't consider me to be. It's a long story and I don't feel like explaining, but basically I'm frustrated with this professional dance company's lack of professionalism.
Right now I'm working a lot on my own choreography. I'm really fed up with dancing, myself. I'm sick of classes and constantly being told that I'm not good enough. I've come to the realization that my role is as a choreographer, not a performer. Yes, I love being on stage, but it's perhaps even more fulfilling to have my work performed on stage and get to watch it myself. I feel like I have so much to say...so much worth saying, and the only way that I know how to say it is through movement. Of course, classes are always important to give myself more movement vocabulary....but ultimately I care more about my skills as a creator of work rather than my technique as a performer or work. I just wish that all of my teachers could understand that.
Bedtime now. Maybe I'll write again before another 6 months is up.