Four generations. From 4-week-old baby Teagan to his great-grandparents. Family gathered just to spend time with each other. No event, no occasion. I love that.
It was an honor to be a witness. This wasn’t about posing or directing. It was about noticing.
Beautiful little moments.
I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately, and like I’ve been a little too busy for too long. Yesterday it was kind of gray outside. Todd was gone for the day, so the house was empty. I took the opportunity to slow down and recharge.
I know Ferris Bueller would have handled it differently, but I’m pretty happy with my day off.
Dance fascinates me.
I have been fortunate this past year to spend a lot of time with musicians, observing how they coax melody from their instruments. It is so interesting to watch a group of musicians collaborate, each one contributing to the sound with percussion or bass or flying fingers on the strings of a banjo. I’ve tried, but I can’t really play anything and I only sing when nobody’s listening, but I love music. And music makers.
But dance is a different experience. Dancers don’t make music. They interpret it through their whole bodies. It was my privilege to watch a rehearsal of the Ruth Botchan Dance Company at their studio in Berkeley. I need a new vocabulary to describe what I saw. Their movements are precise yet free, a seemingly spontaneous response to the music that results in the most beautiful shapes. Three or four individual bodies create a new entity. It truly is moving art.
If you are in the Berkeley area on February 25th and 26th, I invite you to experience these beautiful dancers at a live performance.
Bringing music alive.