It came to me like. flash. A flash? The flashy notion was that I can use this blog to document my creative journey. I want to be an artist. No, I shouldn’t say that. I will say that I am an artist! I have something to express. Something to share with the world. I have the passion, now I need the skill. I need to learn how to use those tools I’ve purchased.
Okay, I know that in a previous post I said the blog was going to be all about jewelry. That was a good thought, but now I’m thinking bigger. The concept may get bigger still. It may shrink. We shall see. The important part is that I keep posting.
I was going to talk about a few things in this post, but instead, I’ll keep it short.
I will give a preview of what’s to come. Not necessarily in this order.
- Learning how to make wrapped wire loops.
- Digital to physical mixed media.
- My next dance solo.
- Working with my new DSLR camera.
We’ll see how things go.
The prompt is disappointment.
It occurs to me that I’m often disappointed after performing a dance solo. Over the last few years, the disapointment has been because of my wonky legs. I now know the wonkiness is because of MS. I’ve recently been designing solos that don’t require me to move about in the space too much. That’s okay because belly dance doesn’t have to big. It can be subtle. In modern dance, they tell you to be big and engulf the space. One of my dance goals is to be able to do a little more traveling onstage, and do it without fear. The key is spasticity management. The MS link in this post features a video about spasticity. It sounds like there are all kinds of ways to manage it. I’m confident that (with trial and error) I’ll find the right solution. I want to be a better belly dancer, so doing reguar drills will be part of my exercise regimen. Can being disappointed motivte you to do better?
In my dream, Ohio is the promised land. And I’m meant to write.
I’m in a million pieces. Constantly dividing.
I’m always lost on a strange campus. And I almost miss my cue to dance.
My mother doesn’t like me. And long dead cats are alone in a strange basement.
You may have read the post about my job interview a couple of weeks ago. I got the job! I’ll start the first ,week of August. Before hearing about this job, I applied for another one. I’m interviewing for that tomorrow. It’s possible that I could do both, and work sporadically (as I do now) at the job I currently have. It’s possible, but it might be a disaster. We’ll see what happens. I may not even get this other one.
In other news, I finally went to the foot doctor to get help with my wobbly ankles and gait difficulties. He said my problem is high arches, and he prescribed orthotics for me. I’m also going to physical therapy to correct my imbalances. I think it’s working. I’m just hoping to be a lot stronger in time for the Gen Con performance. The ATS move called Water Pot gives me the most trouble. In our choreography, it is rather fast. This move is difficult if your feet don’t work right.
Here’s a video of the Water Pot by Belladonna Bellydance. Note, the first turn she does is in the wrong direction.
So I’m trying to practice our 17 or so minute set at home twice in a row to build up stamina in my legs. My calves get fatigued with too much walking or dancing. I’m working hard to be the dancer I used to be.
As usual, I have a billion things I want to accomplish, and not enough time. As usual, I need to get up early but I don’t.
I guess all I can do is keep trying.
And I’m also trying to get into the making and selling jewelry business.
I’ll have pieces for sale at the Different Drummer Belly Dancers exhibit booth.
And I’m really getting into selling on eBay. My husband had a couple of old Polaroid cameras. One sold yesterday and the other one sold while I was writing this post.
There you have it.
I applied for a job that I am almost qualified for. I did not get an interview for said job. I’m okay with that.
The u(U)niverse has a plan for me. I know I’m on the right path even though I have doubts sometime. You see, I felt positive about the job as soon as I applied, but my confidence started to fade as the weeks passed. It wasn’t that I thought the job was out of reach. Instead, it was as if something shifted in the aether. I started to know that the job wasn’t meant for me. Something better is coming, and every moment of every day moving me closer to that something.
I have this dream of making something artful and selling it. Maybe I would do that for a living, maybe not. I’d have a wonderful studio like you see in the magazine, Where Women Create.
My troupe leader, Margaret, is hosting a belly dance workshop in conjunction with the Bloomington Belly Dances event. The workshop (taught by Kandice Grossman) is called Ancestry in Progress (New School & Old School Belly Dance Using the Suhaila Salimpour Technique). There will be vending, and Margaret said that I could vend! I’ve decided to take a chance and see if anyone wants to buy some of my digital art. I found a pretty good deal on 8 x 10 prints on linen paper from Scrapbooks Please, so I worked up a couple of things and had them printed. i think they’re okay.
Sadie and my prints.
I’m going to try a few more things before the print sale ends. I’m starting small, but I feel like I can do this! I’m moving toward my hopes and dreams.
And I got a blog post out of it too!
I did a solo performance the other day and, my heart just wasn’t in it. Granted, I was coming down with the flu at the time. Still, I’ve been struggling to understand what dance means to me these days.
When I dance with my troupe, I feel myself having fun. That makes me happy. That tells me that I should be dancing, but lately, soloing isn’t giving me the same feeling that it used to. I figure I can either stop performing solos, or find a way to make them feel right again.
I gave my relationship to dance some thought and created this art journal page.
I would love to lead the life of an artist. If I could do art for a living, I would get up in the mornings and do yoga for an hour or so. Then I’d go to my studio and work on my amazing mixed media collagy type works. Collagy is apparently not a word,
but it would be my word. Maybe my website would be called Collagy. I would sell my art from this website.
My mixed media art would have meaning. Every piece would emanate from my soul. People would be moved by my work. I would make a small difference in a lot of lives.
I would work hard at the business of being an artist. I’d try my best to get my name “out there.” I’d be at all of the big arts fairs, I’d be on social media. I don’t really know what an artist needs to do to be able to make a living, but I’d find out and do it.
That’s the fantasy.
In real life, I got two degrees in dance and never did anything with them. Sometimes I wonder what dance really means to me. I wonder what dance is really.
I’m working on some choreography for my belly dance troupe. I want it to be interesting, entertaining, and innovative. I’m a little bit stuck though.
What would that mixed-media collagy lady do? She seems pretty successful. Maybe I should talk to her.