The sensation of dropping oneself to motion and music. The sensation of being fully in stream with a dance accomplice. The sensation of zero separation between physique and thoughts and work and life.
These are the explanations I danced. I at all times felt most in my pores and skin onstage whereas dancing. Now, as a choreographer, there are totally different however equally satisfying emotions.
I’m not certain by my very own physique’s limitations. I’m consistently slipping into another person’s approach of transferring and another person’s story. It’s a course of so satisfying and bodily in a singular approach, from the extra corporeal—for instance, working with a long-legged artist, or somebody who can flip for days, or a dancer who has an extended, willowy torso—to the extra intimate. How do you, as an artist, physicalize sorrow, ache, love, pleasure? How do your instincts differ from these of the dancer subsequent to you? How do they differ from mine? Moreover, how do the characters within the story transfer? What’s their world? How would possibly they dance? The mixtures are countless.
I by no means bored of dancing. And now dance is much more satisfying, thanks to those choreographic collaborations with dancers. I hope the method of making motion will proceed for the remainder of my life.
