Identifying, Shaping, Scoring

As the process reaches an end point, I have come to a new depth of understanding of my material, my themes, my resources and the method I can begin to work with in shaping a score for the finale solo. Being immersed so deeply in my body and reaching a point of objectivity with my self-portrait, where I can freely move between witness and presenter, I have arrived at a place of acceptance and understanding of my self, my art and the path that I am carving.

    Working in trio’s, mover A was given a theme and intention for mover B, devising  a movement score and drawing on mover C as the resource. Each taking turns in this process so that in the end we had three movement scores and themes to work with. By chance I found myself working with two others with whom I had previously worked  well with and what unfolded in the course of the afternoon was stunning. My theme, as having materialized throughout the training was unfolding to the world and carving a path. My score; to spend 5 minutes exploring the movement of unfolding to opening, and the next 5 minutes, opening back to unfolding. My resource was mover C and I had complete freedom in how I utilized her. Beginning tightly curled on the floor, I directed mover C to mirror my movements as a means to enable me to see myself and be in that safe space of unfolding. As the movement progressed and my body slowly opened, I realized that what I needed was a dynamic and contrasting series of movements that took me out of my safe and familiar space of slow, contained movements. And thus, under my instruction, mover C sprung onto her toes and exaggerated all of her actions, spinning, jumping, thrusting, moving in and out of the space and using directed force upwards and outwards. I was there, open, chest expanded and yet, now I had to move back to the nugget of folding in…a place that my body did not want to go back to, so I directed mover C to become an obstacle for me to retreat. We were fully immersed in the dance of resistance and fighting, she tracking my every movement and I, resisting her embrace, worked furiously to deny her a part of me until finally we became tangled in a wave of surrender and receptivity. With her arms around my body supporting me, she let out a mantra, repeating and repeating and I found myself receiving support from another, fully accepting that I needed that support to help me up, to enable me to grow. And in that beautiful still moment I knew then that I could never return to the curled up position that permeated me, I had no desire to retreat to that place and so I let myself free of my support and danced the danced I had always wanted to dance all my life; the dance of expression, vulnerability, strength and femininity.