We're experiencing growing pains.

We've reached a turning point.

How else can you tactfully, succinctly, L E G A L L Y describe what's going on right now with The Lovelies?

As Lisa Gonzalez puts it so poetically: ...the unexpected emotional ride that accompanies arriving to the moment again and again and again and now and now and now...

I have to remind myself that this moment, all moments, are happening and ending; all dances come to an end; everythi...

As one part of three separate strategic directions, The Lovelies have set out to spend a year putting a concerted effort into defining and disseminating our own role in the compositional improvisation landscape, within the field of dance at large and - broader still - our, and its, place in the world. 

While this can be viewed as looking outward - this, world, is who we are - we also view this bucket as the opportunity to challenge the world’s many...

Action.

Active. Aliveness.

Actively actioning.

In times of dread

Artists must never choose to remain silent

This is precisely the time

When artists go to work

There is no time for despair,

No place for self-pity,

No need for silence, no room for fear

-Toni Morrison, The Pieces I Am

As everyday seems to begin with even more disparaging news, I shame-spiral into the ways I am inadequate, under-informed, lacking expertise to make a change.

Then a good friend and...

There’s a life-saving and also terrifying aspect of improvisation that I return to – especially when I feel lost in the dance, my choices, my relationships.

Start again.

Whether it’s to re-invest in what’s already there, or rip the sheet from the notebook and stare into an empty page:

Start again.

It’s a ubiquitous mantra – for all aspects of my life (the dances, the choices, the relationships) – and thank The People, I have it when I need it, for tho...

The multi-faceted, yet highly-simplistic, 4-fold way. 

As much research as I do, sometimes analysis and logic must reveal themselves when they will, not necessarily when I want them to.

Having JK in town is wild. She’s wild. Her style of teaching, performing, choreographing, loving, all seems to come from this place of abandon.

Free fall. Hurl and thrust. Passion. 

Yet there’s years of chops, experience, experimentation, fact, analysis and logic that...

I just completed a 30-day phase of living that included eliminating lots of unnecessary things from my life…sugars, glutens, CHEESE, alcohol, all of those things that I was under the completely false pretense of being necessary until this month-long foray. At about the same time in my life, I had changed jobs, ended an unhealthy relationship and started to examine where else in my life I need to cut out the unneeded. It was an intense and beautifu...

The Lovelies spent the weekend in Northampton, Mass, after being invited to perform at the School for Contemporary Dance & Thought.

Being out of the city is always welcome. Being in a beautiful respite of fall colors, lakes and blue skies is always welcome.

And being one of the Lovelies with the rest of the crew there as the Lovelies was a welcome change I can get used to.

Change in our country’s leadership.

Change in our views of each other, belief s...

“Humans have been around for 200,000 years. For the first 99% of our history, we didn’t do much of anything but procreate and survive. This was largely due to harsh global climactic conditions, which stabilized sometime around 10,000 years ago. People soon thereafter discovered farming and irrigation, and they gave up their nomadic lifestyle to cultivate and tend stable crops. But not all farm plots are the same; regional variations in sunshine, s...

It is rare in the current dance world to be paid well. To be paid as one is deserved for their efforts, attachment to the material and generosity to share it. 

I also find it a rare opportunity as an improviser to do much set material. It’s even more rare to be truly interested in the material given, and be given the opportunity to play with the material publicly – while on display – and be given the chance to explore the material over hours and ho...

I haven’t been to MICI since the summer of 2009.

My dad had just died in May, and Amanda, someone I consider a sister, picked me up on her way from Iowa in her grandmother’s red car.  She had inherited it and loved having it to drive everyday; a constant reminder of a loved one.  It felt good driving in it. It felt good to be with Amanda. Every day since May 28th had been filled with that off-the-rails sort of behavior, feelings and dreams that com...