Following a vision to become a manifestation of a sacred blueprint written across time and space, I dance. Ballet, once a childhood passion bursting to be expressed, is now a treasured domain to be gleaned for useful details and stored information. The adult perspective on tutus and bright lights varies ever so slightly. I have been dancing with tutus. Twenty-one yards of tulle fabric is the total for now. Three seven yard pieces were chosen for the colour palette and the texture. The tutus, now deconstructed, are like a dream exposed, unravelled and unleashed.
The long netting with varying degrees of substance doesn’t float easily or flutter. The purposeful, glimmering and cooperative silky dance veils have nothing on these galumphing, stubborn and oddly sculptural yards of tulle. These untapped yards of potential not yet tamed into taffeta gowns or crinoline skirts become animated as part of my dancing. The awkwardly long fabric is a welcome counterpoint to the routine of working with my body as instrument, text and canvas.
The lengthy swaths of fabric have fascinated me with the ability to simultaneously be prop, costume and set. Cycling through endless possibilities these three companions have set me on a path to the SwanSong dance piece. At once it is visually engaging and the stories are apropos. What on earth has transpired to call me back to the studio after a decade? I have returned to the studio for the simple fact that I heard the creative call saying, “I will meet you there.”
Against all logic and rationale, the injuries that once bound me were gracefully removed. Nearly all of my connections to dance were lost to me and then suddenly returned. My art is now method and metaphor for a life of total transformation.
I am now stepping across the line into the creative path set out before me. I aim to have a positive impact and to be an encouragement to those around me. Whether it’s a live event or a song, dance, video or class, my creative process comes to life and brings participants together for a shared experience of art and life.
This unspeakable joy prevails over my personal trials through illness, pain and disease. Freedom forged in battle is not easily forgotten. What I have learned becomes an opportunity to share with others and I am able to continue learning alongside friends, students and fellow artists.
A text that has been particularly meaningful throughout this journey is Psalm 18:19:
He brought me out into a spacious place; He rescued me because He delighted in me.