January 3, 2013

Lately I’ve been in a creative slump. I don’t have that feeling where like, “Oh my God, I want to *create* and I just don’t know what to do!” It’s more like, “Ok, I got a degree in writing and I know how to do other stuff; and I’m feeling XYZ way, but how can I translate that into something productive?” Decisions… My friend and I have decided to try and keep on each other about making stuff for a new years hoorah, so hopefully that at least gets something done. I also have twenty million things I’m working on with other people, each of which I’m really excited about.


New years motto? Perhaps~!

With that said, my favorite guilty pleasure show started it’s third season this week. It’s a Lifetime reality drama called “Dance Moms.”


I don’t need to be lectured on the finer points of why I shouldn’t be watching such atrocious garbage; but I will tell you that the girls are very talented young ladies when it comes to doing– boring ass competition numbers that lack soul, spirit, and thought. This isn’t their fault AT ALL. Let’s take a look at their instructor, shall we? I would be hard pressed to take a dance class from someone who looks like she has trouble walking up stairs let alone doing a basic pas de chat.  She runs these girls raw and makes Gypsy Rose look like Mother Theresa. Talk about living vicariously through your more talented brood. Abby’s nasty attitude aside, this show makes me appreciate my dance teacher so much more.

DJ said something to me that really expressed everything I was feeling about this show in a very eloquent way. We were having a discussion about creative priorities, and she said if she had the funding to run her own company that the ART would be her top goal. She, as a dancer, wants to make ART. That’s what dance is to me. It’s art. It’s expression. It’s emoting through your body without being trapped in the english vernacular. (Example being, it took me about five minutes to figure out how I wanted that sentence to read.) Dance to me is just raw emotion. What I despise about Abby’s work is that it seems so soulless. Even her most ambitious pieces feel contrived and void of heart. I get that she’s running a business, and I get that she’s trying to create winning, employable dancers; but at the same time, I feel like as a dance instructor, you owe some respect to the ART of dance. Technique can only be *so* impressive.

I envy Abby in a way, because like her, I couldn’t do half of the things I would be instructing students to do. (Despite having put a fair number of years into taking classes.) What irritates me though, is that she has an entire company of ARTISTS who are basically at her beck and call, and all she does is throw this regurgitated commercialized garbage for them to dance to. NOT BUYING IT. It’s frustrating to watch, week after week, when the woman can’t seem to think even a millimeter outside of the box.

I hope 2013 is treating you all nicely, today I went out and worked on a painting for Jensine and bought a smaller silkscreen so I can (hopefully) start printing more. (!)

Here’s a song that always gets my juices flowing: 


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