Published February 2, 2023
It’s been a while that I have wanted to start to write.
Like, to write publicly.
You know, to be read…
I started to write officially while we were stuck in a pandemic, as our dancing activities were on hold or cancelled. I felt like we were many that felt the need to connect, the need to understand, the need to connect to be able to understand ourselves.
Maybe, with practice, my writing will get better. Here, I will write the texts in English and French, as opposed to having my French translated. Having me writing in English will make the whole thing a bit messier, but I think that this new space can take it.
Anyway, the idea is to connect, or to try to.
I like the idea of a thought that is too fragile to be exactly expressed, that is not there yet, that is still moving, but that it deserves to exist somewhere, even if it’s mostly to fail at clarity, fail at being convincing. The exercise is still meaningful.
And I feel like that this idea of pushing something to exist with a will to make it evolve is how a lot of us live art creators are working. Maybe a lot of people work that way, but they might not want to show some parts of the process…
I would like to write about practice, and things that are existing around practicing art, from the perspective of someone who is doing it. I once said in a show that dance was not about saying things, that there were things to be said, and things to be danced. If I had something to say, I would just say it, rather than spending months creating a dance piece. But of course, there are lots of things to say about creating a dance piece…
At some point, I would like to have guest writers here, to invite people to go into clumsy thoughts. I feel that clumsiness is a bit more honest, anyway.
I want to force myself to catch a moment in my train of thoughts and express it here, to push myself to practice a new exercise. To push myself into working on something that is inscribing itself in time in a totally different manner than a show.
It’s a less known practice for me.
That explains the fear, but also the interest I have.
