Cunningham’s Last Stand
A FEW WEEKS AGO I made a pilgrimage to the Brooklyn Academy of Music (BAM) to see the second to last performance of the Merce Cunningham Dance Company. Like me, many of you might think traveling to Brooklyn is on the same adventure level as traveling to Tasmania, but it can be easily reached... Read »
Perils of the Prom Dress
RECENTLY IN WASHINGTON, D.C., I encountered the city in its cherry-blossom beauty when Spring peeks under the cold hand of Winter and the city can bask again in its glory. I am always reminded that the style of this city is a perfect blend of aesthetics and ethics which was never protected from the... Read »
The Spell of Spring
I FELT SPRING TODAY. Though it is a delayed reaction to the official calendar, I think there is an internal calendar which we can feel as the shift of a new season begins and our spring self emerges out of the our winter self with a certain lightness of being. Our eyes lift from... Read »
N.Y. City At Christmas
THERE IS NOTHING more festive than New York City adorned in its Christmas splendor. The department store windows on Fifth Avenue never cease to boost the heart and soul of anyone who sees them, and always at the top of the delights stands the tree at Rockefeller Plaza which, no matter your age, prompts... Read »
Give in to Thanks
IN THE SPIRIT of holiday travel minus the inappropriate pat downs, I took a solo, 1000-mile journey to Washington D.C. and back. The purpose of the trip was twofold: to retrieve my daughter from boarding school for her first return home since September; and to check on my father who recently endured a stroke... Read »
The North and South of It
ONE OF MY earliest ‘movement memories’ (dancers think about these things) is swinging on an old tree swing and enjoying the feeling of being neither here nor there. Moving forward, there was the immediate pull backwards; and then came the momentum and rush of going forward again. Born in the North from a Southern... Read »
Choreography for Dance and Life
TWICE A WEEK I meet to teach the art of choreography to a small group of mature, interested (for now), and interesting students. For me, a self-professed dance geek, being able to watch and analyze dance while searching for meaning and breaking down the craft with college students is one of the great pleasures... Read »
The Art of Summer
IT IS SUMMER when we allow ourselves to slow down and reflect on our personal map with the ‘You Are Here’ designation. There is a slight promise of fall, but it is the open window of time where we can meditate on the here and now. We can see more clearly through our magnifying... Read »
Turning Movement into Words
RECENTLY I have been writing about dance more than actively dancing, and since this blog is a platform on which to bounce my opinion to the small readership I have, I thought to take the first long day of summer to do so. This was the first Spoleto where my fellow dancers in Anonymity... Read »
Observing Art… With Kids!
ON A RECENT TRIP to the Big Apple with my eleven- and seven-year-olds, I was faced with the realization that viewing art with children is never as satisfying as you dream it will be. Something like, “the best laid plans go to waste” came to mind. I’m not saying the experience was not beneficial... Read »
