What is happening at LACDC from inside the studio...
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
THE FAMOUS ORNAMENT MAKING PARTY!
Monday, November 28, 2011
Dancing outside of dancing
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Gobble Gobble ya’ll!
This Turkey Day, one of the things I am most grateful for is my LACDC family. L.A. Contemporary Dance Co. makes me want to paint things. The following is inspired by Kate Hutter and the Pilgrims. (Potential band name?)
Photos by Eric Mason
Artwork and post by Drea Sobke
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Pina
Monday, November 7, 2011
A Dancer’s Introductory Ramblings
From Hyosun Choi -
I love eating cake with my fingers; dessert tastes so much better. I love plushies; my recent addition is mischievous Pascal from Disney’s “Tangled.” I love the Fx application; the pictures say enough. And I love to dance; in a world where the most overused muscle is the jaw, it’s a gift to express with my body instead of words.
I believe dance is the sadly underappreciated. Musicians are left with an mp3 recording after singing. Directors, screenwriters, and actors can watch the DVD after filming. Painters solidify their art onto a canvas after painting. Sculptors create a 3D figure after sculpting. Writers publish books after writing. Yet after dancing, we are left only with an experience because dance is a live performance that can’t be captured into any material form. Although video recording is an option, the experience of watching live versus after-the-fact is beyond comparison.
Dance taught me about having patience in the process. As Ralph Waldo Emerson articulated, “Life is a journey, not a destination.” Before I began to dance, one of my innate personality flaws was in wanting immediate results. But the greatest sense of satisfaction and appreciation develops after surmounting tremendous difficulties. There shall never be an ending point to dance; the beauty is the infinite amount to learn, to discover, to be inspired. Below are videos I took during rehearsal that show the process in creating and in grasping new work:
In addition, dance taught me the importance of foundation. A dancer’s tool is his/her body. The foundation of technique, a strong core, and confidence is a necessity. With a sturdy foundation, I began to concentrate on personal expression and inner reflection. A great performer makes the action look effortless, thereby putting the audience at ease to disappear into the experience.
Furthermore, dance taught me about teamwork. In a world consumed by self-absorption and individuality, dance reminds me of collaboration, humility, and respect for others. Unless it is a solo, a dance piece with others is not about standing out as a sharp contrast within the whole picture. I feel lucky to be a part of a dance company that promotes cooperation, trust, and support during rehearsals.
I hope that someday a Dancers’ Guild will be created to protect dancers’ hourly wages, health benefits, and copyrights. I wish dance would have a bigger role in the elementary education system. I dream that a greater appreciation for contemporary dance develops with a strongercommunity support. Optimistically, in the future, a larger population of dancers shall be able to financially support themselves only through dance without taking on a second job. And may there one day be a way to preserve choreography in a form that captures its initial essence.
With the reminder never to take my health for granted, I offer a prayer of gratitude for every day I can dance. My goal: to make you itch to dance when you watch LACDC dance.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Genevieve remembers Denver
Well, we are back from our performance in Colorado, and after some reflection, I really think there were some note-worthy events that I would definitely call … well, amazing. HI-larious….Brilliant…And so, I reflect…
FIRST. Melissa. Passed out in the hotel room with the door wide open after eating a large bucket of fried chicken. Her huge Doc Martins are thrown on the floor, she is snoring, and Cartman’s voice saying “Respect my authoritah” can be heard from the parking lot. There is a Styrofoam container with chicken bones sticking out of it next to the bed, and her John Lennon sunglasses are staring at me from the cabinet when I walk in. All I can think is….
I can’t wait to partner with that later.
(A deadly combo)
SECOND. Just call me Liza.
I had my own dressing room with a piano, a chaise lounge chair, and a bathroom with a shower. For a second I thought to myself,
“WOWIE, Just call me Liza…Minnelli.”
As soon as I had set my things down, I went to the bathroom. As I was doing my business, I heard a really bad version of “The Entertainer” being banged out on the piano. It’s 8am. Who was this maniac?
I opened the door. “Mornin’ snowbird!”. John Lennon? NO.
T’was Melissa.
THIRD. Kate had not seen the double rainbow video on youtube. When we made references to it, she had no idea what was going on.
NOT ACCEPTABLE, we said.
And so, after a long night of rehearsing and sharing chicken and waffles, we cuddled up in bed as Jamila offered her computer for a double rainbow premier screening.
Kate’s life has never been the same.
FOURTH. Jamila. Glass. Epic. In her sleeping moo-moo (her snoo-moo). Dancing to the company’s very own live rendition of “Here Comes The Bride”. This is what happens behind closed doors, people.
Please enjoy:
LASTLY. I would just like to acknowledge how awesome this piece was. Kate Hutter is a maniac genius, who seems to ooze choreography from her mind cells. She is brilliant. This company is brilliant. I’m a lucky girl to be a part of it.
Our fearless leader. So badass.
- Genevieve, company member
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Off to the Rockies!
Dancing in the woods
- making camping gear fly
- figuring out how to tear all our clothing off in one second
- using rocks and fallen tree trunks as improv partners
- dancing and running through the forest in our underwear, and trying NOT to attract bears
Monday, September 26, 2011
Welcome Bienvenidos Hwangyong-haminida Mabuhay
-Kristin Condon, board member
- Martha Graham