What can I say after a 12 hour rehearsal day? Dance is good. My body is strong. Tomorrow I will do it again. Today was full of editing, cutting, experimenting, and doing it over and over again with two days to go before the performance. The lunchtime session was an excellent opportunity to hear about all of community dance work that the other dancers have done. People shared stories about working with non-English speaking populations and what to do when a teaching tool doesn’t translate to a new context.
I also had a lot of time to sit around and write today while other people worked on their sections. During that time I thought about how far I’ve come since the beginning of the week– before I was a “dancer.” I have spent the majority of this week outside of the my comfort zone–on and past my “edge,” and I’m pretty ecstatic about how far I’ve come. On my most frustrating days I have wondered what lesson the universe was teaching me and I think it is this, in the words of Corita Kent, “There’s no win and no fail, there’s only make.”
In other news, for the past few days I’ve been working on a short monologue that emerged from my creative writing piece about hydrogen ions. We added some lovely movement at the very end of the night that I’m very excited about. On the theme of water, when I got home I stumbled upon on this miraculous story about a man who survived two days under the sea in an underwater pocket. Enjoy!
Editors note: Bimbola Akinbola, a PhD student in the American Studies department at the University of Maryland, is blogging daily about her experience as a participant in this year’s Summer Institute. You can read her other blog entries here.