Last night I met with the dancers who are going to perform my work. Yesterday afternoon, I realized that although ideas were slowly coming to me, and then streaming out of me, I had to have something concrete. The petering of creativity that had happened previouslly, and that I feared, was I think, being scared. Just as I feel I "can't" write a paper, I'm just nervous about getting it just right. I forgot how in music, practicing even when you don't want to usually leads to a settling in period which leads to a place of happiness, where you're glad that you picked up your instrument...
It was so cool to see the steps that I have been creating at home, performed by no less than 10 dancers! Or as we say in architecture, come to realization, come to fruition. It was really cool, and a bit nerve-wracking. Also, they were sooo enthuastiac about the steps and the music, that felt good...
The only part I started sweatin' was the solo piece that I haven't completely worked out- I realized 20 minutes before I had to leave, that I was missing four bars of moves! I figured that the creative juices would flow, and that it would be no problem, but luckily I didn't have to deal with it because we ran out of time. The real problem was that I was creatively spinning around my apartment with a lot of arm movements that I didn't write down; so when it came time to teach them, I was at a loss- I made up some lame explanation of arms moving to the horizontal level, and then here and here and ending with this turn (which thank god, I had set in place). I shouldn't be so hard on myself, I did a good job anyways.
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