At the beginning of this month I spent 9 days in Missoula, MT working with the dancers of Bare Bait Dance Company. The rehearsals over the week were a whirlwind, especially considering that I was also attending the first week of the Spring semester online; but I think the piece came out strong. It was odd to reset this work. It was a piece I was making last year (before the pandemic, before I moved to Columbus). The original cast was an incredible group of five collaborators
During the pandemic we are, on a global scale, experiencing a drastic limitation of mobility. For many of us in privileged positions within Western societies, this is the first time that our movement is limited; that contact with those whom we care about is prevented.* The beginning months of the quarantine were devastating to many of us. To me, the confined space was stifling. Suddenly having my personal life, social life, work life, and creative life all folding on top of o
I’ve had a hard time dropping in lately. And when I say lately, I mean…for the last 6 months. The stresses of transition, of moving, of the unexpected, of the out-of-my-control are veiling my sense of reality. Work has changed drastically & come home.
Research has deviated direction & come home.
Creative practice has dwindled significantly & come home.
Social engagements have entered mediation & come home. This home-ness. I keep thinking I should like this, as an introvert
This is an odd time of uncertainty, social distancing, and expanded at-home experiences. Making work during this time is anything but normal. These contexts are preventing me from approaching process in the ways that I would normally (with ample time spent in the studio sweating, partnering, and collaborating with other people). Our current circumstances have brought up fears and insecurities around art-making that are new for me. The thought of the solo artistic endeavor is