Showing posts with label france. Show all posts
Showing posts with label france. Show all posts

Friday, June 4, 2010

A few of my favorite things...

Here is a list of super fun things that have happened in the past few days

1) I got a new roommate. There are now three of us in the hotel room. Alec, a boy from Taiwan and his girlfriend from Taiwan joined the team. They are great and young. There was huge drama (except not really) in which the director of the program freaked Stuart and I out because our room had a bunch of alcohol in it and was a mess and we were told that Alec freaked out. I had to be lectured three times about the state of our room and how Alec was upset, to find out that he really wasn’t and didn’t care that much…. Go fig.

2) A group of us decided to travel to the top of Paris and visit this museum dedicated entirely to Salvador Dahli. My favorite part of the entire exhibit was a series of ten paintings in which Dahli did a surrealist interpretation of Romeo and Juliet. He thought of some really powerful and great interpretation for the story, and it started me thinking for my final project about using my theatre experience and possibly doing a sort of expressionist interpretation of a classic Shakespeare play or Greek tragedy or something. Also, while in the Dahli museum, we decided as a group to do some dance improv in the middle of the space and take a piece that inspired us and work from there and explore to emotions, feelings, and moments from the observing the pieces and our exploration. The best part? This wasn’t even planned. The group of us were just like, “Hey! Let’s dance in the middle of the museum!” Like, how awesome is that that a bunch of late teens/early twenty-somethings just decided to do a modern dance improv in the middle of a museum?

3) Going to bed early is just not the style of the trip. Last night was the first night that I actually went to bed earlier than 5:30am. Earlier this year I announced that my new years resolution was to make this the Year of the Hot Mess. And I’m taking that resolution to the max. We have gone out to bars every night, I feel like I drink and dance and that really is the extent of my trip… and I don’t mind at all. Artistically, we are having some of the best conversations in the entire world. Its incredible to just be surrounded by a group of really brave, inspirational, initiative-taking people who are passionate about the fine arts. And who want to have a whole heck of a lot of fun in Paris. Haha!

4) After two nights of staying up to the wee hours of the morning and some intense drinking the night before, class was a little hard… Of course extreme movements while dehydrated and possibly a little hung over is not the bee’s knees. And punctuality just seems to float away…

5) Outside the Musee Rodin, we did a sight specific contact improv with a telephone booth as a complete ensemble. A woman afterwards actually came up to us inside the Musee Rodin and asked if we were a professional dance troupe from New York and was completely surprised when we told her we were only a college level ensemble.

6) I’ve seen a bevy of interesting dance performances including the Paris Ballet at the Opera House (beautiful, except the male ensemble was sloppy), Carylon Carlson (great opening sequence to her solo dance in which she incredibly slowly picked things up off a table to use and mysteriously those things disappeared. The lighting design was fantastic including one moment in which the dancer was spinning and the lights seemed to spin out with her.), and Meredith Monk (I hated this performance so much and I know I shouldn’t say that because Meredith Monk is such a huge contributor to modern dance and sound… but I hated it. For real real, not for play play.)

7) We had a guest artist, David Lesser, come in to work with us. David is a sound designer and artist who works with local companies to design sounds for dance performances and theatrical shows. He specializes in sort of an improv thing in which he can work with the dancers live by adding in different sounds and watching the movement and building background music on the spot that works with the movement of the dancers. We did this cool improv in which he played a sort of rain oriented music and at one point in time there was this fantastic moment in which several of us (I was one of them) we in the middle of the space slowly moving, intertwined with another, while there was a circle of people running in a circle around us causing heavy stomping and another outer circle running the opposite direction. The results were phenomenal and in that moment I really felt lifted to a higher place. We had created a perfect abstract idea of watching a thunderstorm through the window. It was fantastic.

8) We took a day trip to Versailles yesterday. The palace is extravagant and the best part was Marie Antoinette’s hamlet in the backgrounds in which she would escape to. While at Versailles and in the Queen’s Garden, we did a flocking exercises (based on how birds flocked, we stood as a group and traveled behind a leader and copied their movements, looking as if we were all moving at the same time and as we turned a new leader seamlessly would take the lead… whoever was in front of the group). The first two times we did the exercise it felt really disconnected and what my friend Victoria called it “precious” in which people were trying too hard to make it artsy and the enjoyment and powerful moments fell flat. The third time we all sort of let loose and moved throughout the garden, incorporating sassy walks, disco moves, and waving while keeping the whole piece extremely abstract. It was when we were able to make fun of ourselves that we started having a really, really good time. I mean birds of a feather flock together, but there needs to be a little humor and humility or its going to be a hell of a long, pretentious flight south… right?

9) This morning was had a master class with Eurudike De Beul, a performance artistic and voice teacher from Brussels. She helped us incorporate breathing, with singing and movements. I was the first person she personally worked with. I sang “I Believe” from Altar Boyz and she helped me work on confidence in singing in which I’m not looking to please the audience but instead having a confidence in myself and relax. She also asked me if I was an opera singer at the end of working with me, which I took as a huge compliment and a little shocking because no one has ever told me that I could have a voice for opera, but I guess she had helped me to relax so much that I just let my voice loose.

Well, those are some awesome highlights from my experience so far. Tonight we are seeing a performance called Orphee at the Theatre de Chaillott and possibly taking a trip to the Eiffel Tower after. Tomorrow I will be spending the day in a seven-hour object theatre workshop with the company Valise Turak. I’m honestly not too familiar with object theatre, but I’m excited to get to explore it!

Saturday, May 29, 2010

New Arrival

"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now..."
~ "Airplanes" by B.o.B. and the chick from Paramore

Ok, so here's how my plane flight when down:
There was a billion college students about to head out to study abroad on the plane. Like a billion. The chances of me sitting next to one were inevitable. Like, I was going to be set cuz I could make friends with some fun chick or some hot dude and enjoy my nine hour flight.

But... this is my ridiculous life and of course I would get the seat next to the four month old. His name was Van, and while one of the most adorable babes I have ever seen... dude, that kid can scream. And chose to do so for a pretty good portion of the flight.

I talked to his mom for a bit and explained to her why I was traveling to France, and of course asked her story. Which was interesting. She had had Van through artificial insemination and was taking him to meet his birth father in France. She didn't have a ring on her finger and was traveling alone (the older british man sitting on the other side of her was definitely NOT related).

So this interesting story (mixed with my re-reading of the Sex and the City novel during the plane flight instead of doing my pre-France assignment), got me thinking: In my head, this unmarried, single woman who was probably in her 30s, had decided to cut the man out of the picture and have a child on her own. Her biological clock went off and instead of hitting the snooze button, she decided wake up and face this morning head on.

When do we take our lives into our own hands? When do we decide that its time to lead the lives we want to lead regardless of what stipulations the world around have forced upon us?

I guess that's going to be my mantra or sorts for this France trip. Instead of just being scared of not fitting in or not enjoying myself, I'm just going to take this trip into my own hands and enjoy as much as I want it to be. Straight up.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Au revoir, America! Bonjour, France!!

"We made a deal ages ago... men, babies, doesn't matter... we're soulmates."
~ Samantha, Sex and the City 2

Long time, no see, blog world!

I felt it was about time for a return. I know I keep saying that I'm going to make a fantastic comeback to this blog... but I suck and haven't.

To be honest, there just hasn't been a lot that I can openly talk about on the blog. Or a lot that isn't just me moping about things. Because I've become really good at that: moping. And as Hamlet once asked, "To mope or not to mope? That is the question"... and I chose the latter.

But, why I return now, is I'm about to embark on a really great adventure. For the next five weeks I will be living in France. I was accepted into a dance program called MADE in France earlier this year and now will get the opportunity to travel to France. I will spend the first few weeks in Paris, doing research and taking technique classes and then travel to Melisey and continue work on a final project that will have a public showing at the end of my adventures.

I feel like Carrie in the series finale of Sex and the City... except I'm not going off to meet The Russian nor am I expecting my Big to race halfway across the world to tell me how much he loves me... but I am expecting a whirlwind adventure in one of the greatest cities on Earth and one of the most beautiful countries... and I the entire time? I get to dance. Yep. I'm going to dance in France. I can already feel my creative juices coming alive and the electricity about to pour out.

And that's why I return to my blog! To talk about my awesome adventures overseas.

It's interesting how Sex and the City always seems to nails me so well (Sex and the City/nailing pun too tacky? I'm trying to get back in my Carrie Bradshaw groove. I'll work on it). The reason I am most excited for France is that lately... I feel boring. I feel like my life has kind of hit this repetitive state of the same old, same old. I'm restless. I'm ready to escape and achieve something greater but keep running around in circles and drowning in disappointments. Sex and the City 2 premiered this week, and my girl Carrie is going through the same problems with Big. She is worried about becoming that old couple that sits around and watches TV... she's worried about compromising her exciting life and... settling. And to figure things out she goes to Abu Dabi. I guess France will just have to be my equivalent.

That's become my biggest fear as of late. Settling. In my career, in my love life... just in general. So what do I do? I runaway. I runaway from all the mundanity that is surrounding me and I escape to France for five weeks. And hopefully, through my art... through my exploration of sound and movement, I can find a fabulousness and sense of quest that will keep driving me forward. Maybe... I'll find what I'm looking for... or at least figure out what I'm looking for...

So, I've got my copy of Sex and the City and the newly released The Carrie Diaries to read on the plane flight, I've got my Macbook (ready to ingest all my fantastic, French stories), and I've got a feeling that this trip is exactly what I need to revitalize myself. Maybe I'll finally find myself on this trip.

I'm ready for a new world. A new environment with new people and new stories. I'm ready to swish things up.

P.S.
In other news, I've been recording an album. Kind of. It started off as a joke where I just wrote a bunch of pop songs and put in a bunch of pop music cliches, and then people started really enjoying the music... so with my garageband I've recording a pop/comedy album called Year of the Cougar. I just wanted to record a bunch of really terrible, but fun pop songs and people wanted to hear it so... it's on iTunes! So. If you can spare 99 cents click the link below and purchase my debut song, "Drop Dead Gorgeous."

Now the songs are supposed to be funny so don't be afraid to laugh, but also don't be afraid to make them your number one guilty pleasure... after all, being a guilty pleasure is more or less the purpose of terrible pop songs... Well, now that terrible pop songs have a purpose, it's time to find mine. Here I come, France!!

"Drop Dead Gorgeous" on iTunes: