dance #347, ode to my suit
Ode to my suit
9:00 – 9:30 p.m. Improvisations with the Second Floor Collective in a tiny studio at the JCC. White sheets torn into rectangles of different sizes are laid out across the floor. They become surfaces, canvases, textures, and objects for improvisation. We rotate. Each of us reads Neruda’s poem “Ode to my suit”. Dances among the others play out. Slides. Switches. Swerves. My body aware. Sensing into a space filling up with improvised encounters. Moving with. Finding clarity. The rain came down hard tonight. Alice is still away. The whole house misses her.