I thought that freelancing would mean endless days of watching daytime tv. The sofa would be forever shaped by the impression of my butt, and I would dissolve into a mush of flesh. This hasn’t happened. Perhaps, I’m still undergoing the honeymoon phase of freelancing – the freedom to sit in my favourite coffee shop … Continue reading slowing down
The end of the second week of freelancing saw me heading off to York for the weekend to celebrate my birthday, but it also gave me a little bit of space to muse about the past few days. As a company dancer, class was always functional. It was about mobilisation, lubrication, waking up and preparing. … Continue reading Reimagining Class
This is my first week of freelancing. I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’ve returned to Leeds after two years working at Black Box Dance Company with the intention of giving freelancing a go, but, I don’t actually know how to freelance, or how to find out how to freelance, and having spoken to … Continue reading The Freelance Journals
I haven’t written anything in a while purely because I haven’t had the energy to. Before the words used to spill out. My fingers frantically trying to keep up with the word vomit issuing from my head. I would write down exactly what I was thinking with little curation to the structure or line of … Continue reading this is where I am at.
It’s finally the Christmas holidays and my days at Northern are officially over, and to add to this it’s three weeks today until I return to Denmark. So, to celebrate here’s some happy Christmas improv. Music- Orelia by Stealing Sheep / Echoes by The Rapture / The Little Boy In a Castle/A Dove Flew Down … Continue reading twenty one days to Danmark