I Hope You Dance!

I’m just heading out tonight to the Blue’s Can where a collective of dancers will be performing a piece titled, The Watering Hole.

It brings to mind just how much my girls dance!  Not only that, but my son is an amazing musician so he, as well, feels the beats continually!  All three children competed through their high school years and beyond in marching bands and Stampede just seems to bring the entire experience of music, dance and rhythm back for our entire family.  In fact, once upon a time, my son played his tenor drums on the Scotiabank Saddledome stage with Keith Urban, in drumline.  It was spectacular! (the link I’ve given you is with the University of Tennessee Drumline, but you will get the idea :0)

Just recently, Cayley choreographed a piece for the build up of Feist and the Sled Island festival.  She was filled with enthusiasm about the joy of her dancers, ordinary people who celebrated dance as a vehicle for community and fun!  Music seems to be so close to our souls, doesn’t it??

Erin has been performing down at the Calgary Stampede grand stand show for multiple performances of the flash mob even, I Dance, Therefore I AM.  I think that she’s had a great time doing it and I don’t think anyone can imagine the sort of preparation and planning that goes into making one of these FUNtastic events happen!  Kudos go out to Michelle Newfeldt who made this event happen.

Photo borrowed from facebook page, “I Dance, Therefore I Am”

Just this past weekend, my Cayley danced for the Alberta Dance Feats in Edmonton.  She sits on the chair in the very first dance of Part II.  This piece moves me.  I respond deeply to the narrative behind it.

Feats: Alberta Dance Festival 2012

A long time ago, at her Junior High Farewell in grade nine, I gave my daughter this song as a gift…I hope all of my children DANCE and don’t ever choose to sit on the sidelines!  I hope YOU dance…no matter the trials…move.

Look at What the Light Did Now

Jen Hall came over to archive some work in the studio.  I’ve been really aching to get a couple of pieces out into the world, one inspired by a  poem by George Bowering (thank you, George)…
 
(a recent letter from George)
Hey, Kathleen,

 
I like your wolf in the snow
and I am glad that my words could have a part in it.
 
Hope to see them in the flesh, or charcoal, or whatever.
 
Well. Hope to say hello in person some time.
 
I am the way and the heavy.
 
  
George’s poetry is so powerful, that to have words of his sent to me via electronic mail also feels like poetry.
 

Thank you, George Bowering

 
and another by Paulette Dube (thank you);
 
Paulette shaped a heart-felt message for me as well, but it stays here, tucked in my heart.
 

Paulette’s Words Take Flight

 
…but, I didn’t want to send the paintings out of the studio until I had them photographed.  I’ve converted my old photo slides to digital recently and I realize that I used to tear out the door, often with wet paintings, in order to meet deadlines.  If I photographed my works, they were haphazard trapezoidal shapes of every variety; they were unfocused and they hardly qualified as an archive at all.  Here would be an example.
 

Poor Quality 😦

 
So now, I have no REAL history of what has come before, to even consider how all of that work influenced this.  See.  This is why I am excited that Jen came to the studio this morning.
 

Jen’s ‘Take’ on an one of my ‘old’ paintings.

 

Photo of taking Photos by Jen Hall

 
 
Little Wings and Feist
 
Hear it like a pounce upon a peak, oh
Look at what the light did now
Bear it like a bounce upon the beak, oh
Look at what the light did now
Land and water and bird or beast, oh
Look at what the light did now
Shiny little band or golden fleece, oh
Look at what the light did now
 
In my will I went ’til it’s wasted
Look at what the light did now
Taste the taste I taste ’til it’s tasted
Look at what the light did now
Bought it like a boast that burly beaming
Look at what the light did now
Got it like a ghost that girly gleaming
Look at what the light did now
 
Like a dead tree that’s dry and leaving
Look at what the light did now
Play it on me with grief and grieving
Look at what the light did now
I would finally fall to pieces
Look at what the light did now
We’ll meet soon as nephews… nieces
Look at what the light did now