my battery is pure love

The instant I entered the studio I felt very shy. Collected in one room are five dancers and the work of two choreographers who are the best of the best. Some of the hardest working artists with the ability to plumb many depths. On Thursday, June 20 th I was very lucky to be invited in to rehearsal runs of Cloud 9/7e Ciel’s works by Tedd Robinson and Susie Burpee. When I arrived the dancers – Sylvie Bouchard, Karen Kaeja, Michael Sean Marye, Claudia Moore and Ron Stewart – were rehearsing Tedd Robinson’s work, which at that moment was untitled. (all photos by Omer Yukseker) Let me summarize my admiration:  in Claudia her bravado and fearlessness in Sylvie her precise quirkiness and fluid stops in Michael Sean his serenity and immersion in Karen her sensuality and abandon in Ron his stoic audacity and soft-sharp duality in Tedd ideas that are far-flung and absolutely essential at once. Within seconds of beginning to rehearse an intricate and ...

After performing "The Abecedarian" in Stratford this weekend, some audience members asked me about seeing the whole poem/libretto written by the lovely and talented singer-songwriter (and artist and  poet and arranger) Sarah Slean. Here 'tis in all it's beauty. Enjoy. But note that the poem is the property of Sarah Slean and may not be reproduced without her express permission.   ABECEDARIAN - by Sarah Slean  A - amelia earheart yearning to fly. awe flowers open in her dreaming eye. like the long and constant exhale of the sky while the monk at his table, is writing. B - what you reach for is already there, in your hand, you may think we are birds condemned to the land, but somewhere eternal, beyond feeble sight. the gravity creature is always in flight. C - consecutive clock has an itch it must scratch, it will tick and will tock and will cower and crack, but "circle", the word, contains all that C knows, the hard kick of ti...