Fuel For the Fire

I get shushed a lot in class, but that is pretty on point with how i have been my entire life.  I process things quickly, make interesting revelations, and have no fear in asking a million questions.  At some point in my hectic lifestyle, I started creating lists and color coding my calendar as methods for staying on track, not to mention the epic spreadsheet of my life that gets everything plugged into it – short term and long term goals, financial necessities, expectations, and adventure  goals.

The result of all of this is that I can be a little manic when I expect something, such as our showcase.  I have several reasons for counting down the days, the first of which is that I’m a bit nervous and a bit excited to present my piece.  The other is that several people close to me are coming into town for the show, and I can hardly wait to spend all of my free time with them.

The show is one week away.  We start tech week on Monday.  That means this week is our last week of classes, which I have been very vocal about.  We are nearing the end of the program rapidly, and that means our time working together is drawing to an end.  It has been an emotional journey, and we have all gotten fairly close.  Some of us are sticking around and others are planning their departure.  We are trying to savor these last classes together, and the way I chirp in with me “only 8 more days!” isn’t helping.

That being said – only 8 more days to showtime!!  If you are in the Denver/Boulder area, please consider joining us for the evening.  I promise it will be unforgettable.

http://www.facebook.com/jamiekrausphoto/

PS: Our pro-photo shoot photos came back.  Jamie Kraus Photography did an amazing job!  What do you think?

Two Weeks and Counting

A couple of friends asked me if I would have time to get together, and I glanced at my calendar in dismay.  Time?  You mean, spare time?  I have a sprinkling of 15-45 minute windows in the next two weeks.  Meet me at the cafe across the street where we can slam a shot of espresso, sneak a quick hug, and tear off for the next rehearsal or class?  That’s about all I’ve got time for.

While yesterday was Mother’s Day, and I managed to give my dear mother a quick phone call between one class and another, I personally did not get to celebrate my motherhood.  Ellette gave me her handmade gift Saturday night, knowing that Sunday would be a parade of classes, private lessons, and our first run through for the show in two weeks.

Speaking of – we had our first run through!  A few weeks ago, we all underwent the Liz Lerman process for our acts, receiving feedback and figuring out how to move forward, punctuate or clarify our routine, add, subtract, and clean the piece.  That’s the last I saw of many of the pieces, until yesterday.  While I enjoyed the pieces at the beginning of April, I was completely enthralled with them yesterday.  So many things have changed and they look amazing – the stories are so clear, the costumes are fantastic.  I made it through my piece with no snafus and mostly hitting all the right cues.  I did tear my tights and puncture my thigh somewhere, but I can’t tell where (ah….the life of an aerialist.  No idea where all these bruises and scrapes come from.  They are like magic.)

Everything is moving forward, and I feel like there’s no room to think about it.  I have to keep pushing through – through the bruised knees and sleeplessness, through several cups of coffee a day and the nightly epsom salt baths for the sore muscles.  I have to continue believing I can make this happen – that the nerves won’t get to me when the amber lights bring me to focus for the audience, that the chain won’t swing unexpectedly and cause me to fall, that the dynamic release moves I’m doing will be caught with ease.  I can do it, and yesterday’s run through was evidence of that.

The Countdown Has Begun

It is now May 5th.  Our show is May 22nd.  We have our first full run through on May 10th – that’s 5 days away.  FIVE DAYS!  I have only one more day to work on my piece before that.  We then have one more week to finalize costume details, fix any little bugs, and launch ourselves into hell week.  Erm, tech week.

I will attempt drive-by bloggings until then.

In the meantime, I would like to share with you the sneak peak video I made and posted to YouTube over the weekend:

Enjoy!

And if it leaves you wanting more, and you are in the Denver/Boulder area – May 22nd at 7:30pm – ONE NIGHT ONLY.

Click here to buy tickets!

Sometimes I Adult

(OR)  Randomly on Friday

Randomly on Friday – I am proud of myself for my mad adulting skills.  (Also, I honestly appreciate that “adult” has become a verb.  I know there is the camp of people who dislike it, but I think it is more accurate than calling oneself an adult.  We are not truly, completely, “adult” – we have moments of childishness and immaturity, and moments when we buckle up and take care of business.  I have moments of being an adult, but I am not one every moment of the day.  Therefore, “adulting” more accurately describes my pattern.)

Randomly on Friday – I completed my daily French lesson early, in the time I had between getting the child on the bus and getting myself to work.  I felt really productive first thing in the morning – and that rarely happens.

Randomly on Friday – A friend added me to a Denver based face and body painters forum, at which I squeed audibly because this blows my mind.  I am constantly surprised by how connected this community is, how supportive, and how there is a group of people that do everything I want to do.  Cyr – yep, there’s a group jam.  Juggling – group jam, preceded by game night.  Dancing – so many groups for that.  And now, face painting.

Randomly on Friday – I have been networking my little tush off, putting in bids for gigs and sending out promo material – kicking butt and literally taking names.

Randomly on Friday – a Chicago blues dancing friend is in town for an audition, and tonight we are going dancing.  I have been excited about it for days.  I need to dance – not the choreographed group stuff I have been working on, but the deep and soulful, intimate dancing that I miss about Chicago.

Randomly on Friday – one of my best friends booked his flight to Boulder for my showcase next month.  I may have jumped around the house for a few minutes when he confirmed his plans.  One thing I dislike about being an adult is having my friends spread around the world.  While it means I have friends in cool places that I can visit, it also means I don’t see the people I am close to very often.

Randomly on Friday – I still need help funding the tail end of my tuition and gear payments.  If you have anything to spare, I would appreciate it so much!  I have literally been scraping the bottom of my bank account for the past two weeks just to put food on the table.  Visit my GoFundMe page by clicking on this link: http://www.gofundme.com/annasaerialdance

Randomly on Friday – Tickets for our showcase have gone on sale!!  If you are in the Denver/Boulder area, you should come.  Buy your tickets now, because we are going to sell out.  There are eight aerialists each with iron wills and amazing routines – we are totally selling out.  Here’s the event page, and this is where you BUY TICKETS.

Randomly on Friday – April has been kind of a crummy month for me.  Anything that could go wrong did.  I’ve been struggling to pick up the pieces, create some semblance of order, and continue moving forward.  And I mean really struggling.  I’ve plastered on a smile when I’m in public and broken into tears as soon as I get home, or as soon as someone has been nice to me and asked me what’s going on.  Yesterday was a fairly good day, and it feels like today is going to be as well.  Chin up, Buttercup.

Peeking Through the Chaos

I have been feeling like I’m in a tornado.  Or maybe I am the tornado.  Or both.  The world is a bit crazy, and if I were more of a Boulderite, I may say that it is simply karmic balancing – after riding the waves of the universe for so long, I am finding a balance in the form of a ton of bricks falling out of the sky and shattering on the road I’ve been walking, creating obstacles that I must overcome in order to continue.

Either way, I have been distracted by chaos in my personal life and as a result, have had a hard time remembering the smaller things I usually do as well as how to manage my emotions effectively in stressful situations.  (This last bit has been a years long struggle that is fairly touch and go as things really heat up).  I have been having an argument with my landlord that has lasted for several weeks – they are at fault but reluctant to fix the situation in a timely manner, which leaves me in crummy living conditions and escalating the situation to the city housing office.

I keep forgetting how close our showcase is, and so keep bouncing between excitement, confidence, and sheer panic.  I still haven’t finalized my costume.  An equipment order won’t be fulfilled until the beginning of May.  And I keep changing my choreography to suit my mood, which keeps fluctuating with the outside situations.

Oh yeah, have I mentioned that Ellette is 10?  And the pre-teen moodiness, distractions, and all that other good stuff has hit suddenly?  I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH THIS! (If there are any seasoned parents reading this that could offer some pearls of wisdom, it would be very much appreciated.  I’m desperate for new strategies).

Besides all that, there has been a flurry of forward movement.  Admittedly, it’s a bit difficult to see through the chaos, but I continue to try to recall the positive moments of my days.

For instance – I have a fan page!!  Head on over to Facebook and click that happy little like button!  I’ll have a website launched soon as well.

We had a professional photo shoot not too long ago, and I’m super eager to see that photos.  The day before the shoot, my friend Keir drove through Boulder and hung out at the studio for bit.

chain

trapeze

There is progress, I just have to clear away the clutter to see it.  5 more weeks.

Beginning The Countdown

I have been fairly MIA in recent weeks.  Our training, commitments, and personal lives have simultaneously exploded into a frenzy after the realization of how much time we actually have left in the program – 6 weeks.  When I am not working on my final piece, I am cramming in as much training on my secondary apparatus and trying to take as many extra classes as possible, while still searching for contracts and planning what happens when it’s all over.

My attention was directed to work shopping my final piece in hopes of  having something presentable for the critique process, which took place two weeks ago.  I was worried I wasn’t going to make it through my piece, since every time I had tried to run it before the showing, I stopped halfway because I had either sunk too low on the chain, or simply ran out of strength.  Almost every day, I curse at myself for deciding to concentrate on a chains piece in the last 2+ months of the program.  Not only that, but I have chosen one of the more difficult ways to hang the chain as it requires a lot of brute strength, endurance, and pain tolerance, coupled with the desire to be “delicate flower” and not a hardened biker chic, and I’ve definitely pushed myself so far over my own physical limits that my body is cracking slowly.  (I took a rest day yesterday in an effort to patch those fissures, primarily the ripped callouses of my palms and punctuated bruising on my shins)

The week of routine showing/critiquing followed the Liz Lerman Process – a method of giving feedback that removes as much subjectivity as possible out of the feedback and is designed to promote thought in the artist.  For instance, rather than saying “i liked when you did transition A,” an audience member would say, “When transition A happened, I felt (insert colorful descriptor here)”.  Similarly, the artist had several questions prepped for the audience, such as “Were there any moments in the choreography that did not follow the same flow as the bulk of the piece?” or “The overall mood of the piece was intended to be angsty, does my costuming reflect that?”.  After this, the audience has a chance to ask questions, but again, removing any subjectivity/opinion/biases.  So, rather than asking “Why?” the audience would ask “What was your intention?”  At first, remembering the language was hard, and some had a more difficult time than others when it came to withholding opinions.  For me, if I really enjoyed an element of a piece, or a piece in it’s entirety, it was very challenging not to say “OH MY GOD THAT WAS FANTASTIC YOU ARE SO AMAZING!!” and remember to phrase it via Liz lingo: “This moment in the piece made me feel ecstatic, excited, nervous, and so very very proud of you!”

The process took an entire week, and was a big physical and mental drain on all of us.  Immediately following my showing, I scrapped about half of my choreography as well as my entire costume and started anew.  The piece of feedback that really struck me was this biker chic/Western vibe I was giving off, which is exactly the opposite of what I was going for.  Rather than being the dancer that manipulates the chain, I want to be the vine that grows around it, portraying a soft, yet free-willed movement that overcomes the relentless barricade of emotions.

fragments

Still, it’s all starting to come together, and I am working on convincing myself that even as time ticks down quickly, it’s all going to fall into place as we approach show time.

Cro-Crazy

A couple years ago, I started doing an epic stash bust in preparation for my adventure.  I was determined to par down my stash to what I actually wanted, needed, realistically would use.  (This purge incited a panic attack in some of my yarn-hoarding cohorts, who quickly became the instigators in the yarn stores.  Having one who works for a dyer sure didn’t aide in this endeavor, either.)

Upon our arrival in Colorado, I unpacked several boxes of yarn, and one box of UFOs.  The UFOs sadly remain relatively untouched.  And, as my knitting time remains somewhat sparse, opening any of the other boxes has been a rare occurrence.  What I have managed to make has all been pulled from stash and was primarily destined for friends.  Two of those projects are still on the needles, but I’ve reached an “I’m too bored to go on” state with them.

And then, I found this crochet-a-long that captured my attention and I have been hooked (ba-dum-ching!)  Sorry, that was a terrible, yet irresistible, pun.

wpid-img_20150312_073424.jpg

I keep going around and around, curious about the next color change and texture.  I really ought to be working on the two projects I have to ship out for friends.  I really should.

Let me just pour another tot of whiskey, sit in the sunshine, and get right on that.

Previous Older Entries

http://livesoftheaerialists.com/

Just a Crazy Fiber Fairy

Circus Smirkus official Blog: the Story of 1,000 Stories

Vermont's award-winning, international youth circus!

Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine and the Needles of Doom

Fiber, craft, life, and random silliness

Creative Pixie

eat up some crafty goodness with a creative momma

My Tangled Yarn Knitting Adventures

Ramblings from an obsessed knitter

Funky Air Bear

Traditional & Modern Knits

The Circus Diaries

A Critical Exploration of The Circus World...

art predator

art predator )'( seek to engage the whole soul

This Is What it is

A topnotch WordPress.com site

she shoots sheep shots

Just a Crazy Fiber Fairy

Half Crunchy Mom

No Extremes, No Judgement

by Annie Claire

Just a Crazy Fiber Fairy

Belle Memorie

Providing advice and inspiration for your authentically you wedding do!

No Parachute Theatre

theatre.aerial.dance

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 749 other followers