Pantone Duets thinking

A way to dance and connect during quarantine, the Pantone Duets is a choreographic and collaboration-based experiment configured to the virtual platform. The Pantone Duets bring together a range of professional dancers throughout the U.S. in an extensive series of interconnected duet choreographies. Each duet process is an excavation of the embodied aesthetics of each collaborator’s training histories/influences as a prompt to reconsider/reevaluate/disrupt performance principles, such as beauty, virtuosity and skill, and do to so from a pluralist and personal approach. Evolving into distinct variations, the duets become a discursive network of hybridized performance-training studies that, together, function like a Pantone.

The Duets

The nuance and exactitude of a color is most keenly observed in comparison to other hues, which feels similar to how I have often heard unison described as a frame for witnessing difference. In this project, pairs of dancers work virtually to learn a 10-minute (ish), meticulously unison base choreography. The movement is initially limited to dance “steps” that can be found across multiple dance styles: box step, step touch, waltz, pony, marching, grapevine, etc. By sequencing these steps in complex ways, the choreography becomes a gauntlet of rhythmic syncopation and physical patterning that is particularly challenging to learn. Existing rhythmic and coordinative patterns are offset by working in this way, revealing nuance, habit, and preferences that reside in each of us - a tapestry of training experiences that have seeped into our dancing selves.

We concentrate on reordering and (re)coordinating the base choreography, shifting and stretching it into a dance uniquely tailored to the people performing it. We prioritize personalized ways of moving that garner delightful challenges, enjoyment, pleasure, reverence, and/or badassery. Each duet becomes a distinct variation but remains a shared choreography that the collaborating artists can do with it what they want or need. My hope, of course, is that this choreography can be in the service of us and that I can be witness to future, wild, messy, crisp, choral, solo iterations as folx are interested.

Thinking thru with color studies and a dash of Rainer

The Pantone Duets are part of a larger body of my research, the Color Studies - a multi-installment, transdisciplinary study of color and choreography. In an earlier color study, a foray into color trade highlighted hierarchical (gendered, racial, and classist) traditions that elevate line (as the more “direct, masculine, intellectual”) above color (as the more “emotional, feminine, illogical” - a more thorough citation will eventually come, putting thoughts to text in this blog, for now Victoria Finlay, David Batchelor, Maggie Nelson are good entry points). Line, in dance, often refers to the aesthetic of long, gravity-defying, lean, ethereality that is emblematic of the ballet canon. Oh, the many times I’ve heard “so and so has a nice line” and it continues to feel more of a comment on body shape and ability as opposed to the mechanics of an action based on that person’s unique anatomy - curves and all. Many contemporary dance professionals have and continue to train in multiple dance styles, yet singular and hierarchical standards remain steeped with these kinds of singular notions of skill or beauty - embedded in training and affirmed through performance and opportunities. In this way, aesthetics can perpetuate power by determining the kind of work that is produced and deemed valuable and is therefore a dangerous gate-keeper if not regularly audited, reflected upon, and reconstructed in more diverse ways. I don’t want to see sameness everywhere or work towards assimilative and colonized standards. It doesn’t work and, frankly, it’s weird beyond the inequities it reinforces. No array of colors and expressions and perspectives.

It is my hope, personal charge, and delight to make space for and support each performer’s movement preferences as best I can. I’m excited by what our process together can reveal about each of our training experiences, through this shared time together, and how this all might help excavate some of the more not-helpful practice/thoughts in our dancing selves. I hope this would also help me invest in and practice a pluralist approach to aesthetic concepts in all regards. Regularly, I am aware of the absurdity of my self expectations and how they are tethered or rooted in what I think a “good dancer” is supposed to be - and how this is often what I am not. I think this kind of redefining for myself is paramount to my vitality - the ways I see myself and what I think I can do or be - a shared sentiment I am sure. Not saying I haven’t been trying to do this my whole life but also it is so deep it is hard to see it, name it, shift it. So these aesthetic concepts, such as beauty, skill, and virtuosity can be subversive really.

At times, I feel this project is a trans-temporal visit with Yvonne Rainer’s Trio A (1966) - a choreography made for a solo performer that continues to be performed by a range of non-dancers and dancers alike. The movement is purposely detached from the syncopation, expressiveness, and virtuosity inherited from Rainer’s dance training. Similarly, the Pantone Duets aim to detach codified movement from traditional syncopation and coordination. But to so to unearth the underlying aesthetics driving such syncopation and then derive a way of doing, and an aesthetic, burgeoning from the dancers’ performative interests and values. This helps me unearth my own biases in performance, particularly the visual markers that signify beauty, skill, difficultly, and virtuosity. I am biased towards dancers who deftly navigate the juicy weightedness of the body & the expressivity of rhythm with keen (and kind) proprioceptive attention. But my ability to recognize such attributes is tethered to somewhat singular signifiers that have been shaped by my training and reinforced in my professional experience. Thus, this research is a necessary audit of my work and self that engines my creative processes.

Process Archive + Field Guide (maybe its a zine…)

Each participant in this project generates a personalized map of their training history and creative influence in the form of a digital document. This digital document becomes a kind of working bibliography that archives the research process, and generates a valuable account of dance training and community. I envision this project developing into a communal repertory experience; a choreography that is meant to be passed onto others, a kind of choreographic “embodied history.” In support of this, I am developing a field guide to the Pantone Duets that consists of instructional materials to learn, modify, share, and teach the choreography. While much of this process emphasizes previous dance training, I’m pushing us towards a richer dialog about how dance training shapes performed works, the dance field’s evaluation of them, and the responsibility, magic, and potency teaching practice(s).

Loss and making

Realizing that loss and death have been in one way or another underpinning much of my making. Not as a site of dwelling, but I guess as a means to discuss, express, sit with… sadness, ache, hurt… as part of a vibrant celebratory circle. Life I guess.

…magenta and the presence born of absence, relating primarily to the loss of my mom, but also Ben and Carrie around the same years, and now within a pandemic, there is so much loss around the around as I dive into cyan and greens. There are no longer any blood elders in my family, no grandparents, no mother. And a major teacher, Kathleen Hermesdorf, is in the process of letting go… she’s still teaching along the way.

… I know the next process is Ink/UltraBlack. Darkness. Solace. Restoration.

Body Geology: a pre/conception of cyan and green

This too is in formulation. I don’t know what will be evidenced in the dance - the performed work - but what is budding through the process of making is quite soothing to me.

The pace and imagery of the walking forests is still with me. (previous post)

Nervous & Vestibular

Cyan this color that, to me, resonates in the nervous and vestibular systems. Systems of (re)orientation, water and mechanics turning into electrical energy thru a tiny three-circle (ish) boney process - introduced to me years before by Vanessa Justice - a woman whose work I was in for 13? 14? years. A time that spanned from undergraduate to graduate studies, with NYC life, my 20s and most of my 30s.

And the nervous system - sensation of the environment, intelligence, recon. I return to my theory that all energy, all emotion, functions like frequencies belonging to the electromagnetic spectrum - the same range of energy that frames the visible spectrum - Color. I return to the tiny hairs that forest our skin as responsive antennae attuned to heat, empathy, proximity, and anxiety, etc. Information about the present environment sensed…

[Sensate - Kathleen Hermesdorf… naming the sensation, responding, integrating, going-in. I’m grateful to you, KK. It hurts loosing you. You were a seismic shift in teaching, energy, craft. Delaney shared your saying “shoot sunlight out of your heart.” And I will.]

Geology

These ideas began cyan movement investigations and are now resurfacing. The time between these crests quarantine began, summer happened, and communing virtually has normalized. During this time, I felt a disdain for cyan, maybe that is harsh, a general uninterest. I found myself craving vivid lush greens, time outside under the canopy of trees, finally noticing all these amazing green velvets of mosses. I want emeralds. This too paralleled a project I was dancing in - Betsy Miller’s American Woman - her prompts sounding oddly psychic to my cravings and unshared/unvoiced solo studies.

I imagine the interior of my body, the caverns of my hips, the hallowed hollows of ribs, spine, and thighs lined with luscious mosses. I imagine my bones as sands and earth temporarily organized, as branches slowly spiraling, floating in water, moved bay breezes. Sparkling geodes. My blood, guts. Fluids like the oceans, rivers, streams. I imagine my skin as the sky - from the brightest sun-drenched to the deepest velvety darkness freckled with stars.

My sister is a geologist.

Time

So, the walking forests. Time. Time extended to its fullest concept. If I think of time as a linear, horizon-like expanse, a sense of past, present, and future, I am soothed by the insignificance of the present moment. My own lineage extending through my mom - Detroit, far north, France… through my dad - Jakarta, Dutch-Indonesian. Their lineage extending beyond them, and beyond them, going out farther and farther, until we are reunited with octopi, we are back in the ocean… all of us. Every human - all of our mother, the tidal expanse of the ocean. Maybe this is faith. Maybe this is a refusal of the divisiveness, hypocrisy, inhumanity, anti-Love, anti-respect that is shouted from [U.S.] leadership. Maybe this is the wisdom of the (collective) body speaking in ways I can hear.

Chris Brusberg (lighting collaborator) and I were talking about all this - and glaciers calving and the environment, he offered (paraphrase) … in a sense, the glacier is one’s marrow… breaking… a relationship to cosmic time

Path: cyan meeting greens

Cyan and green. Walking along a path at the beginning of this semester, I witnessed a serrated meeting of cyan and greens. The trees lining the wide, straight path I walked on, converged at a distant point ahead of me while the bright blue sky filled the space between each tree-line, a triangle of blue pointed down to what I thought would be the end of my walk. This porous moving meeting of cyan and green, earth and sky.

Color Studies: freeskewl to me

Study - freeskewl to me: Bringing in our experiments - from technical to creative curiosity. Video by k.portier (learning some premiere pro over here - beginning level 2), sound by Adam Crawley/DJ Plié. Testimonial to “what freeskewl is to me”... a space to study and share: yes, to community, yes, to experimental and researching practices, yes, to big ass moves in remote spaces, yes, to figuring stuff out, yes, to compassion, hilarity, sweat, and quiet, yes, to the invitations.

Walking Forests

This isn’t going to be eloquent or insightful. Just thinking… wandering… wondering:

Dancing remotely via virtual exchange cannot replace the real thing - I find this oddly soothing at times. I want more out this moment, or as much as I can learn from being remote, but also technological communication isn’t the same as breathing the same air, feeling the room shift together, understanding myself in the ways I’ve learned to get my bearings, to listen, and live in that joy that saturates the studio.

I feel I’m floating - looking down into the water. I’m taking in the depth of the ocean as opposed to taking in the expanse of the sky.

Recently, I heard (or maybe I read?) that forests travel. Slowly. The slowest steps made by new life living at the edges. Maybe I ‘m in the middle of the forest -it’s not relevant that I see where we are going, but rather feel or know or understand or trust that we are on our way? Maybe I’m along the edges, responsible for providing whatever protection I can to life sprouting out of the earth near me.

With all this efficient technology helping us stay connected, I don’t know if I know how or remember how to listen like the trees do but I think I should try and remember.

Essential/Vital and a playlist

We are not responsible for knowing how to do this in this moment, but we can discover and share what works for us - laying the foundation for each other about what this version of being together can be, and how it can run alongside what we have already created - as opposed to replacing. I’m again and again returning to how dancing feels good. It feels good in my brain and my body. And the way it feels good shifts over time. Big early years of hard-ass flipping’ around got committed to endless trials of face plants. The sensation of a yawn still delights me. Complicated (yet simple) fast footy weight shifts were EVERYTHING. What brings kinesthetic delight (B. Diley) shifts. But what remains the same is that I dance because I like the way it feels.

I’m thinking that it is especially necessary to sit with this right now as we are remote, in limited spaces, together but so completely not. I’m thinking about the essential workers - essential as in absolutely needed - shelter, water, food, medicine. And we aren’t those. It isn’t helpful to me right now to pretend we are. If someone needed me to participate in developing a vaccine - no amount of pivots and empathy are gonna bring forward any EUREKA moment! But, dancing is connected to one’s vitality - vital as in “life-giving” - quality, energy, mindfulness. We work in vitality.

A playlist for recent living room classes: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3e5S49axO9orvDEKEP6XWO?si=-624-gwzSjyLyaUj4AfGsw

Week of NSS

Dear folx,

With the passing of a generous and prolific leader of the dance community, I share a snippet from Nancy Stark Smith:

"Tension masks sensation. I'm not already committed to a shape. I'm in the movement. I feel the support and very quickly organize around the shape."

Regularly NSS’s words were both about the logistics of an action and metaphors for much more. So, this sharing in the context of Contact Improvisation echoes in my tight grip on ambition/expectation/goal/ and what-is-MISSING from our practice (the tension or shape) and that it is clouds the experience and awareness of what is still and newly present.

So, in this last week-plus-2-days of the semester, I'm requesting, urging, encouraging, ALL of us to meet and move together via the two classes left. They won't feel like normal, they will feel like something else, but we will be there and send thumbs up, clap-hands, and waves & remind each other that despite being remote, despite the end of the semester, we have a practice that is supported by and thru a community that we have cultivated while doing something that at its simplest feels good - DANCING.

Week 4's response

Dear folx,

I hope this email finds you well. It was wonderful to move "with you" and our community last Wednesday. I hope that you all are finding ways to ground yourself. I have appreciated hearing from many of you about how you are doing this -the wisdom and the struggle both felt and appreciated. 

For me, the end of last week was rough. I'll spare you the details, but what has come forward are two thoughts I'd like to share...

First, I am thinking about the notion of training - this course has largely been focused on "training" - what we train for and how we do so.  We have spent time integrating "training" with "dancing," and now I'm curious (for my own practice) about what it is to dance when I am not thinking of it as something that needs to progress, get better, etc. (Might this expand not only how I define training, but how I find value in my training, how a value my dancing, how I experience dancing, recalibrate my expectations, etc).

The second is to reinvest in my intentionality and commitment. In taking classes online, there is this quite wonderful way to both 'be in' and completely doing whatever I want. While I find this liberating in certain ways, I also think it allows me to  skimp on my intentions by never fully committing. Much of the beginning stages of this pandemic have been about listening, grounding, tuning in. And yes to this. But also, might there be a time to try-on new experiences and commit to them fully before being persuaded by the litany of 'things I'd rather do right now' or eulogizing the aspects of dancing that are so loudly missing?