Friday, January 24, 2020

'tis the season

plenty tings going on...
after watching her die, slowly, these last months, we lost the amazing miss patricia roe. i danced "the sower" for her at her funeral as she requested, like i did for uncle charles applewhite...or, at least a version of it, this time; the track that played for eddie+me was not what i rehearsed to, so in the moment that solo had to become more of a remix of the choreography because the music felt different enough i had to try+make the movement fit...feel like missroe ketch real kicks on my head, me dancing down the aisle, whole head+face covered, not really seeing [almost lick 'way aunty deborah hat!] but knowing is a hall full of dancers who know is me under the mask so i better make it work, and well...cry through the whole ting, as much as i was trying not to soak through the fabric over my face...heard it was very moving; trust in missroe's training, oui...
very nex' day being interviewed about nudity in carnival [booked before the serendipitous "spirit" video drop] i burst into tears on-camera when asked to consider there not being a 3canal jouvay, my stomach drop out and i almost fall into a bookcase, right before a wonderful reading of water more than flour for bocas litfest followed by the loveliest "relationship talk" i ever had...
carnival always a rollercoaster but, promise i still wukkin on the nex' play...
photoshoot sunday; meanwhile you could take in the "spirit" video [shot on the road las' jouvay]; if you asked to confirm adulthood to watch, i actually think tha's my fault; watch to the end+see...

walk good.

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