7 a.m.—Departing Bogota airport. I like Bogota in May. The rain cools everything off, but not so much that I need to wear socks in my sandals. The city has a bouncy, enthusiastic...
We share characteristics of the snow that bound us in this February in DC. We move quickly, but slow everything down. We spread and cover (Alex is a blanket, I wrap up in a shirt), but we are separate parts, separate characters. Snow made us sleepy and slow, but also anxious and restless; so, too, Amanda walks in her sleep. While white, the snow seemed, rather, invisible, flecks that caught on eyelashes, haze that blew against your face as you walked. In the beginning of the dance, we lie upon the ramp, shifting slowly, a snowbank in blizzard: gradually heaping up, a blurry shape up ahead. We are an intimate group, but divided: Alex and Amanda are lovers, my character is a satellite, following them around. Snow connected our family, which holed up to watch movies and drink cocoa, but separated us from ordinary haunts, students and colleagues, playgroup.
Have watched the video of rehearsal today. It's an intense dance! We flip, dive, slide, leap, carry. I still feel the energy drain in my muscles.
Don't miss the premiere! Human Landscape Dance brings "January Night" and "Closet Dances" to the Painted Bride Art Center, Philly, when it teams up with Anne-Marie Mulgrew and Dancers Co in the Philadelphia/Washington DC Exchange.