moments of _________

The weekend of February 11-12, we had our first Airings and Sharings of the season - a way for me and the company to get feedback about our new work PLUCK as we make the work itself. I find that in these talks, many of my half-thoughts are formalized, many questions and 'seeings' of what I hear I have a gut reaction to as potential or not potential avenues for research, and I end up feeling like I have received a little hug of encouragement. This is something we all need once in awhile, whether we are an artist or not, this 'affirmation' that naturally becomes part of feedback in supportive circles (Liz Lerman acknowledged for a reason).
So in the past couple of weeks, I have acknowledged a large new component of this project for me while rehearsing through skype - I miss hearing and feeling and responding to and sensing the dancers and space while we make a dance. It has a feeling like I am watching something separate than me -how can it not- even though we are interacting and communicating in this virtual land. So in these rehearsals I feel myself asking for more physicality, power, intention, pushing movement that may border on being sexual if I was there but not from my distance (an interesting notion that we talked about as a company). It is as if I am trying to feel and see and make dance with them, but because I am not there, I am pushing them to a different place in their physicality so that I can connect with them. Being with them last weekend, I felt this very intriguing, and it is something I have started unknowingly to choreograph and will likely continue because it now feels inherent to the work and this making process. As we likely pull in influences and experiences from our teaching and dancing in Central Asia next month (how can it not effect the work?), I am excited by these new frameworks. Interruptions, that was the most useful (beautiful?) word I heard (which was repeated both nights) for it feels accurate of life and the art. To make a piece filled with interruption - maybe I should call this "Don't Interrupt me while I Pluck" instead, and cross the line of language too (or not....). So I have in this post photos pulled from the computer screen during rehearsal this last Friday. My perspective. And I just noticed how many times I even interrupted myself with parentheses and dashes in this blog. Wow, brains ARE a web.