Last night, we were given an invitation to be vulnerable.
The dancers started writing chalk on the floor and the walls until the stage reminded me of a grade school playground. The only difference was
there were no games.
At first, the music gave way to cranking and bolting machine-like movement. The dancers would sometimes veer into the audience and extract invisible material to complete their dance.
The final score of music was fluid. A genesis of the finished product.
It occurred to me how often we get this invitation to be vulnerable.
Invitations from our family, friends, and lovers.
But then we are still so scared to trust.
This fear was made more apparent when PJ Rebullida started encouraging the audience to be part of the process of vulnerability. It is so strange how I felt more at ease to participate in reciting in a classroom than speak on my own accord.
Braver audience members went up and gave words that described what they felt during the earlier dances. One was told to show us what she meant by the word “unsafe” through her body.
Moments later, the magic began as the dancers divided the floor according to the three words the audience members gave: “unsafe”, “whimsical”, and “sex”. The dancers, along with two audience members, shifted their movements as they interpreted one word after another.
One time during the performance, Sir Herbert Alvarez dove body first into the 3rd zone shouting “UNSAFE!!!!” I thought to myself, how wonderful it must be to be unafraid to fall like that.
What I have always loved about modern dance is that, like poetry, there is organized chaos. And I am forced to be okay with the fact that I cannot understand all I am given.
Once I do, that’s when the beauty starts to surface.
I had half a mind to stop blogging for a while. I realized how hard it is to keep writing about happiness when I haven’t been very happy lately.
When the dancers chose to break down the fourth wall and engage their audience members, I realized how comfortable I felt in observing the human condition from afar. But living it was a different story.
Sadness is part of the human condition.
Watching spoken dance for the first time reminded me that it is okay to be vulnerable. It is okay to accept that.
Thank you for inviting us Debbie. :)
(WifiBody Independent Contemporary Dance Festival 7
Independence Lab D: The Sky Changed
by: Herbert Alvarez, Jed Amihan, and PJ Rebullida)