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Since coming to this little strip of dirt in N. New Mexico (I should say for the record that the valley is quite beautiful this summer--verdant even), I've become more and more sedentary. I was pretty sedentary back in Seattle, but at least I walked around more--walk to the movies, walk to coffee, walk to meet friends, etc. Here, I walk maybe 15 feet--from my car to the front door and back. So this week I turned a new leaf. Lately--over the past few months-I've been playing around with performance art, still in the writing phase, but I wanted to explore movement as well. So-I took my first modern dance class in probably 15 years, and even then I only took a handful. It felt great! It's as if I had in some way renounced a connection to my physical self since coming here. As a result, I don't even recognize myself in the mirror lately. You can imagine then--standing in front of full-length mirrors--moving this foreign 'body' around. My knee hurts, but heart feels wide open!Who knows? Maybe I'll become a professional dancer--in my 40s!
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