WHO WILL SURVIVE IN AMERICA

So my project this past semester was a Kanye West inspired dance piece that I created and choreographed and I am strangely, ridiculously proud of it. The dream is obviously that Kanye will see it, love it, and then hire me as his choreographer/one of his dancers and then pay me a million dollars.
Anyway, the entire project was an attempt to turn a mirror to America in terms of the way we view people and situations. It wasn't an easy thing to do but I certainly think I did good work on some of it. The thing is, I put up a few purposeful obstacles for myself and that ended up really working in my favor. I generally don't ever dance to artists like Kane West; I have never really choreographed for people who aren't me and, for the most part, people who aren't dancers; and I have never been in charge of this many people before in terms of an artistic endeavor. Regardless, I think my team and I tackled the show, the "subject," and the aesthetics pretty fucking well. All shows were sold out, and during the final performance people pulled our used tickets out of the garbage to try to sneak in--it didn't work out well for them. Because of fire code. Fuck yeah, me (though lets be real, I had a pretty massive panic attack during the last performance. Because the garbage ticket douchebags would not fucking leave).
I will have the video up soon, but for now here are a few pictures of my stunning cast in performance. None of the photos have been edited, so yes. That is the real lighting. BAM.



Namaste

Where Am I

As usual It's been forever since I've written anything here. But lets be real. Only like, two people check anyway. Regardless, my next move will be to post the video of the 30 minute long dance theater piece I created this semester. To all Kanye West music. It's pretty baller. But what do I know...?
The answer to the question "where am I" is basically nowhere. Not like Beatles nowhere but waving back and forth on various spectrums nowhere. So I guess also everywhere.

That's all I've got for now. Finals week. Woo.
Om Shanti.

The House with the Unlocked Door

Slipping over
Dreaming in doubles
Washing out the blue that stained the sheets
Outside the house with the unlocked door
Evening sun drying sweet rings of red wine
A table glowing in moontime
White dress caught
On the fence by the house with the unlocked door
Rose water lips greet you like glory
A love like where the slime meets the sand
Rise up and out of the dust-light
On the floor of the house with the unlocked door
Braided petals into roots, braided roots into earth
Hiding webs in the house with the unlocked door
White dress stained green, but fingers all clean
She said
I looked for answers in the corners of the room
When I should have looked in the creases of the universe.

-V

Stone-Belly Up.

Hallelujah.

So it has been a long, excruciating hiatus. However, since this blog is 99.999% for me since, I'm fine with that.
Lots of changes happening. Lots of shifts in...well, all the energy around my world seems to be novel. The atoms are buzzing faster, and it's not just the weather. The past few days I've had a lot of time to myself to think about who I am on my way to become. It's strange-- when so much is changing around you, you realize that you must change too, whether you think you can or can't, whether you want to or not.
So now, I'm listening to Jeff Buckley's cover of Hallelujah (the original is by the beautifully melancholy Leonard Cohen)... Something about this progression of chords with Jeff's voice just... makes me ache. And it makes sense with what I'm beginning to realize about myself which is not only that I have to change, but that I have to change NOW. And I have to take active steps in pursuing that goal...drag myself out of this rut, reverse this black hole in my chest that has been twisting me halfway to nothing pulling all of my loved ones under as well.

I don't know. These lyrics kill me. They're so applicable to... so many things:

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.

In other news, I just finished a show that was [very loosely] based on The Bacchae. It's immersive theater that takes place in a cult/rave. Here's a small still of me from our promo:

That's all for now.
Namaste.