When I used to read fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! {Alice}

Glimpse into the organized chaos…

The music is in my being, it pulses throughout me as I’ve listened to it one hundred times. I arrive in the empty studio a large coffee in my hand and play the piece loudly through the speakers a couple more times before the dancers arrive.

I have no choreography set. Yet I have a pattern fermenting in my mind. The music tells me. Start centre, whirl to the diagonal… circle the stage, roll to the floor. It’s there in my subliminal mind.

The dancers arrive and I start to build the skeleton of the piece. “Try this. Go there. No. Yes. That works, that doesn’t. Wait… I love that! What did you do? Do it again”!

I build the piece with the artists. They are paint, I am the brush.

Then, I go home and relive it all. Sleep on it. The next day, we arrive back in the space. Music on.

Everything we’ve done… has settled. The paint has dried. Hmmmm. Is it satisfying? Does it resonate like it did yesterday?

No? Then let’s shift gears. Let’s switch the pattern, change the trajectory. “ There! Yes! That’s it… that’s better”

Did you know. Choreographic Pieces can be changed right up to performance day. Why? I don’t know. I guess we change our minds. Moods change. Dancers change daily.

So there it is. It’s an ongoing malleable, shifting shape. I’m never quite satisfied… however that’s the joy of it.

Then it is performed…Only to be enjoyed once. By that audience. In that moment in time. Exhausting? Yes. Nerve wracking? Yes. Do I love it? Indeed yes.

How do you create?