sit down and shut up

A really nice lady named Danielle Hutton recently told me to put my damn website back on the internet and she was right.

I took it down for awhile because the central thesis of why I dance had become less and less clear. I was letting other people, forces, trends, and factors affect the clarity and volume of why I do this thing.

I recognize my reasons have changed dramatically over the course of the last decade plus, but it's been a minute since I really let myself wonder and go inward.

All of which is to say I'm back and here's some things I've been thinking.

Dancing is hard. It's unforgiving physically and emotionally. And anyone who says something as fucking stupid as "it's just a natural thing for a body to do" hasn't got any goddamn idea what they're talking about.

Dancing is violence done against a body. Imposing elegance, timing, composure, structure, where none of those things exist otherwise.

The pursuit of dance is continuous, extended, disciplined, organized and methodical cruelty in the name of cultivating a small flicker of beauty. The least technical dancing is still exhausting and grueling.

That is also brings joy is evidence of masochism, not the inherent accessibility of the pursuit.

Simple is not a synonym for easy.

Symbols count. Meaning counts.
Form determines content.
Content is form.

Rules are intended to be broken.
Learn the rules inside out.
Practicality beats technical purity.
So does beauty.
Almost everything is more interesting than technical purity.
Technical purity is worth pursuing.

Striking is better than pretty.
Striking means something different than clever.
Clever is for amateurs.

Beautiful means means something different than pretty.
Your only job is to put more beauty in the world.
Your only job is to put more beauty in the world.

Now is better than never.
Done is better than perfect.
Doing it is better than talking about it.
Expecting it to be excellent is better than just doing it.


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