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Saturday: Renversés, Etc.

Today’s class with John was challenging. He included material that I’m pretty sure I’ve never done  before, ever — item the first: a sauté renversé, which I eventually figured out; item the second, a coupé jeté en tournant, which I managed to do right only once (for some reason, my brain kept deciding that saut de Basque* would be an acceptable substitute and doing it whether I liked it or not).

*Edit: Now that I’ve considered this for a while, I’m guessing my brain was putting the whole step together backwards. Wouldn’t be the first time.

That said, I’ve been wanting to learn coupé jeté en tournant, but didn’t know what it was called, so that’s excellent. Now I can ask Brian or Brienne to formally teach it to us.

I’ve realized that what I really like about John’s and Brienne’s classes is that they do a really good job building from barre to centre to grand allegro using related movements: for example, we did fouetté at barre, then used it in our adagio, then again in our turns, then used sauté fouetté in our grand allegro.

Ditto renversé, though we didn’t do that at barre, and attitude turns (which we didn’t do at barre, but which feed into both the sauté renversé and the coupé jeté en tournant).

I am coming to really love renversé.

I had a harder-than-usual time remembering the last two combinations today — in part because they were long, in part because I’m partly deaf right now, and in part because, as with coupé jeté, I didn’t know all the steps.

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I felt that this required an illustration, so I shamelessly sto… erm … borrowed one from here: Candy01 at Imgflip

In short, I felt like I struggled today, but in a good way.

It’s good to have classes in which you know all the steps and can dance beautifully, and it’s equally good to have classes in which you’re just out of your depth but not so much that you feel like it’s not worth trying.

We’re off for the next two weeks, now, so I’m going to have to devise a way to stay fit over the break. Maybe I’ll spend it teaching myself coupé jeté (but probably not).

So, anyway, that’s all for now. I hope your various classes and Nutcrackers and breaks treat you well.

À bientôt, mes amis!

Belated Wednesday Class Notes

Yesterday was one of those classes in which things start out pretty well and mostly remain that way, with occasional deviations towards the ludicrous.

Barre was fine: we continued to think about where to put our pelvises; meanwhile, the fondu-développé combination slowly turned us all into jelly. We did it twice in either direction.

At center, I kept losing it during the first go at an adagio combination — though, to be fair, not losing it as badly as I once would have, by any means. It was more that I was doing something funky during the promenade that kept resulting in my body getting ahead of my supporting leg.

I took my socks off (they were, for some bizarre reason, slipping inside my shoes, which is an extremely disturbing sensation when you’re trying to promenade in arabesque) and pulled myself together, man!* and it got better.

Edit: Oh, yeah. And we got to do attitude turns. W00t!

*For some reason, this makes me think of the other night, when I said to Denis, “Dammit, Jim, I’m a dancer, not an electrical engineer!”

Across the floor, I was actually able to remember the combination without difficulty … at first. For some reason, I would run it just fine, then lose it halfway through on the second side.

This is particularly mystifying in light of the fact that, in this particular combination, the second half on any given side was simply to repeat what we’d just done, like, five seconds before. Exactly.

Ah, well.

For some reason, likewise, although I managed to nail down most of the medium-ish allegro combination (which started out like every such combination ever — glissade-assemblé — and then did unexpected things), my brain and body refused to accept that the end was chassé-chassé-grand assemblé arriere-contretemps-repeat on the opposite leg.

Instead, no matter how hard I tried, my brain insisted on making the step after the second chassé into a cabriole … which would, in turn, interrupt the thought process (as I realized, “FFS, I just did it wrong AGAIN!”) and cause me to hesitate.

Then, since we were all traveling diagonally, I had to get the heck out of the way before J. (who usually does evening class, but is currently directing a play and joined us in the morning) crashed into me — while, of course, attempting to get my brain and body sorted before the next assemblé.

The end result was … I don’t know, imagine the snowflake scene from The Nutcracker, and then imagine that one of the snowflakes has forgotten what she’s supposed to do and is instead bouncing around like a crack-addled reindeer.

Ugh.

You would think that I could have applied a lesson from cognitive psych — if you spend the entire combination visualizing what you did wrong instead of what you did right, you simply increase the likelihood of doing it wrong on the next run — but, somehow, that didn’t occur to me.

Sooooooo. Ummmm. Yeah.

Except for those points, though, it was quite a good class.

So there you have it.

Next time, I’ll try to do less thinking.

À bientôt, mes amis!

The 12 days of psychotherapy

Okay, I mostly try not to reblog things that are just funny or cute, but I kind of love this … and it reminds me so much of my therapist (especially the tea, but not so much the invoice at the end :D).

I guess, really, I’m reblogging this because my therapist is amazing, and while this is funny and cute, it also has a lot to say about what makes a good therapist.

Thanks, Therapy Bits!

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The 12 Days of Psychotherapy
A new Christmas carol for our time

Verse 1

On the first day of therapy, my therapist gave to me

some insight in-to my psyche.

Verse 2

On the second day of therapy, my therapist gave to me

Two cups of tea,

And some insight in-to my psyche.

Verse 3

On the third day of therapy, my therapist gave to me

Three mm-hms,

Two cups of tea,

And some insight in-to my psyche.

Verse 4

On the fourth day of therapy, my therapist gave to me

Four treatment goals,

Three mm-hms,

Two cups of tea,

And some insight in-to my psyche.

Verse 5

On the fifth day of therapy, my therapist gave to me

UNCONDITIONAL POSITIVE REGARD,

Four treatment goals,

Three mm-hms,

Two cups of tea,

And some insight in-to my psyche.

Verse 6

On the sixth day of therapy, my therapist gave to me

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something I forgot

I should have mentioned this in my class notes, but I forgot.

At barre, as we did a wicked combination with fondues to relevé extensions, I realized I had — at some point in very recent history — learned how to feel really specifically how my hips were placed and make minute adjustments.

You would think I’d be delighted; by all means, I should have been delighted: but instead all I could think at the time was:

Dammit, now I have to do this precisely right, too!

Mais dans la monde du ballet, c’est la vie!

Oh, one last thing: the oldest lady in our class schooled us all going across the floor. She was just lovely — which goes to show you that you can dance beautifully at any age.

Double Turns and the Straphanger Waltz

I couldn’t balance at the beginning of barre, but by the time we were going across the floor, I was effortlessly nailing double turns from fourth with that, “Gosh, I think I will just go around once more, if nobody minds,” kind of ease.

That felt like a long time coming.

In a way, that’s a stellar analogy for how this entire term has gone: a slow, tough start, followed by progress, then setbacks, then more progress than I believed I could make.

We also had a balancé turn in one combination that caused much consternation about arms, and I came up with an awesome analogy — you pretend you’re on the El, or the subway, or the bus, and reach up with the hand on the same side as the leg that steps out, grab the strap, and turn as if pivoting around that strap.

Of course, it isn’t perfect — you still have to remember to let go of the strap as other arm flows through second, then up to fifth to take its place.

If you’re a hyperactive weirdo like me, you’ve probably actually done this at some point.

Needless to say, I’ve nicknamed this maneuver “The Straphanger Waltz,” and I think it would make an excellent video post topic.

Our break begins next Monday, so I think I might cram in an extra Friday class.

All of a sudden, everything is coming together. I feel like, as a dancer, I progress not so much by leaps and bounds, but by fits and starts. In that context, I guess this is a start?

Gotta jet(é) for now. More soon.

À bientôt, mes amis!

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Just finally submitted my application to Columbia College of Chicago’s Dance-Movement Therapy program.

Now I can breathe.

…Or, well, now I can spend the next several weeks holding my breath.

One or the other.

SO MUCH POWER!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA

Ahem.

Erm.

I mean, wow, video editing is kinda fun.

…I CAN STOP TIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMME!!!!!!!!!

Sorry. It keeps going to my head. (Worse: I’m editing ballet videos today, and they’re full of music that makes me want to dance, but NO! It’s a Rest Day. NO DANCING. Or, well, less dancing.)

*Although the attempt fails.

I say, “You don’t want to use your arms…” when that’s blatantly, obviously wrong; what I mean is, “You want to use epaulement and a soft bend in your upper body to create that beautiful diagonal line in the arms…”

Anyway, here’s my rambly little video about balancé. You’ll notice, near the end, that I attempt describe what NOT to do with your arms*, and then proceed to do exactly that.

You guys, sometimes it is really hard to think, dance, and explain all at the same time.

Anyway, in addition to a handy way to remember how to balancé, you now have a great visual example of how NOT to use your arms while you’re doing it.

You’re welcome! ^-^

For what it’s worth, I think it’s kind of hilarious how my head occasionally disappears into a cloud of light. My house is not well suited to filming anything dance-related; the rooms that have good light are either tiny and jammed with furniture** or have concrete floors, while the one room that is large enough and has a wood floor also has terrible lighting and a carpet (which is beautiful, but obviously ill suited as a ballet surface).

**Seriously, Denis adheres to an updated version of the Victorian approach to furnishing a house — in short, cram in everything you can, then add doilies.

It’s still the best option out of the available rooms, though, so I’m going to have to figure out how to work with it if I’m going to make this a regular thing.

One last thing: the tights technically belong to Denis, not that he ever gets to wear them. They’re Joe Boxer brand, from K-Mart, and they’re so freaking comfortable it’s not even funny — just enough compression, excellent wicking qualities, stretchy-but-not-too stretchy, with no angry-python waistband. They’re also just long enough to tuck into your shoes, if you’re me.

If you go looking for a pair, make sure to either pop them out of the box if you can, or at least try to find the so-called “seamless” ones (which do, in fact, have seams). Some of the others do, in fact, have horrible waistbands.

And now, your feature presentation…

Saturday Class: Re-Beating Myself

Today’s we had class with John, who sometimes teaches Advanced Class, and it was very good. He’ll be teaching next Saturday as well. Huzzah!

During his really excellent barre, John noted that even at barre we should remember that we’re dancing.

There was more to that point, but you must forgive me; I’m exceedingly tired.

Nonetheless, it was a reminder I quite liked — it lines up well with my philosophy of practice. It’s easy to think of barre as “just exercises,” but any performer will tell you that you perform as you practice. If you dance at barre, you’re more likely to dance at center (as opposed to just moving from step to step without really dancing).

John also pointed out that, in order to master the timing of the slow port de bras-fast rond de jambe thing, you can simply use the number of ronds and the four points of the port de bras compass to figure out timing.

If you’re doing four ronds, for example, the start of each rond corresponds to one point — second, fifth, first, en bas (or the reverse) — and you use the remaining time to move between them.

Obviously, you’d need to modify this if you’re doing an odd number of ronds, but for any even number you can just multiply or divide as needed. I’ve never bothered to think about this before, but it’s really quite a nice way to make the pat-your-head-and-rub-your-belly thing that’s happening in that sequence easier (so you can then do it more gracefully).

That said, for the record, this is the only ballet class I have ever attended in which the instructor proudly announced, “It’s math!”

(To be fair, much of ballet that isn’t technique or expression is basically math. It’s just math you do with your feet.)

At center, during our lovely adagio (which we, as a whole, eventually did quite well), John noticed that, rather than drawing my working leg up through coupé, along the shin or calf, and to passé during my turns, I kept coming through second.

That is, of course, what you should do … if you’re turning from second.

If you’re turning from fifth and coming through second, though, you’re Doin’ It Rong: throwing your working leg wide at the start, which makes for messy turns.

Predictably, I applied the correction in question and, what do you know, my turns sucked a lot less. It seems like every class my turns suck less. Perhaps, eventually, they’ll stop sucking altogether!*

*I really shouldn’t complain so much about my turns. I have seen worse.

Baby steps.

After a lovely adagio (full of attitude, literally — and also full of renversé, which we haven’t done in aaaaages) and so forth, our petit and grand allegro segments were full of beats.

I got the entrechats down, but didn’t manage the brisée. Next time.

B and I also finally got my audition video done. Parts of it are very pretty.

We wound up having to rework some of the choreography to spare an injury, so it’s still very obviously a work in progress, but a nice one. Except for the freaking cabriole. There is one jump in this piece. One**. And I hosed it up. I was tired by then (Denis and I were out quite late last night) and should have substituted a sauté of some kind — but, meh. Worse things have happened.

**There will be more, but we took them out to try to reduce the strain on B’s Achilles’ tendon. The cabriole, however, is important: if you watch footage of cranes dancing, they kind of cabriole at each-other, so it’s part of the cranes’ leitmotif, so to speak, in this dance — and since it’s not necessary for both (or all) the dancers to do it, I left it in.

Obviously, given that we were working on choreography, there are definitely moments where one or the other of us sort of hesitates either to remember what’s next (after all the last-minute rewrites!) or to decide whether a given step or movement is actually the right one for a given place in the music.

That clearly wouldn’t fly if I was auditioning for a technique program or a company position (ha) or whatever, but this context is a little different. A lot of those moments are about give-and-take between two people working and improvising together, which seems like something that could be useful to see if you’re the admissions committee for a DMT program.

On the other hand, watching the video made it very plain to me that, when I hesitate, I drop my arms and sort of curl into myself. Basically, I forget to dance, or at least look dancer-ly, while thinking.

Oy vey.

So, breaking that habit is now on my list of Subtle But Important Ballet Corrections. It’s like, don’t curl up; just stay placed and keep going (file under: Do Something Even If It’s Wrong).

I also discovered that, when I get tired, my turns get ugly. This is probably universal, but still an annoying discovery. I completely failed to apply John’s correction from this morning while we were recording. Ah, well.

Still, the end of the thing is quite lovely, as are some of the partner-y moments. My opening developpé was also nice, but I’m facing in such a way that my leg points directly into the camera, so it loses some of the effect. Next time I have occasion to record a video, I’ll have to keep this in mind when placing the camera.

The second developpé — to ecarté derriere — came through rather well, and looks good — though, being the nitpicky jerk that I am, I feel that my working leg could stand to be straighter and more pointed. There’s an absolutely lovely moment in which B and I both fouetté to first arabesque on essentially identical lines, then penche rather beautifully.

Sadly, when I stepped through to begin the next phrase, I paused to run a mental check on the choreography and dropped my chest. Meh.

I’m learning an awful lot from my own videos, to say the last. I plan to play around with videorecording a lot more, even if it’s only at home.

I didn’t get to roll my legs out last night, nor did I have much time to do them this morning before class or between class and the video thing, so I plan to roll everything thoroughly tonight.

Tomorrow will be a rest day — which is to say that I’ll try to remember to keep my extensions at 45 or below when I find myself dancing in the kitchen or what have you.

So there you have it. My balancé video is STILL UPLOADING (and, sadly, is queued behind two others). Last night’s upload died for some reason. I still hope to get it posted tonight, but if I don’t, it’ll be something to post tomorrow.

And now I’m going to go lie in the tub and read, or something, until it’s time to eat dinner.

À bientôt, mes amis!

Balance Video

So I finally recorded a balancé video, at least. It’s taking 6,000,000 years to upload (apparently the Innertubes have sprung a leak or something?), but once that’s done I should have it up tonight or tomorrow (we’re going to a party tonight, then I have class and an opera in the morning and afternoon, so probably tomorrow evening, realistically).

The actual video quality is laughably bad, but it’s a start.

À bientôt, mes amis!

Ballet: The Hardest Easy Things

TL;DR: If you’re (still) struggling with pas de valse en tournant, balancé, or the mystery of what the heck to do with your head, don’t worry — everyone else probably is, too. Meanwhile, if you’ve got a solid double tour but still can’t pas de valse without tournant-ing into a jibbering idiot, don’t worry — you’re not alone.

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The other day, during the lull in class between barre and center, I traipsed across the floor and tossed off a random cabriole that my classmates immediately remarked upon: “That was beautiful! Such lovely suspension!” and so forth.

Even I thought it was a particularly nice one. It just felt good — high and light and easy; as if I had all the time in the world to beat my legs before floating back down to earth. If it had been on a Bad 1980s TV show, it would’ve been accompanied that cicada-like sound effect (if your sister was ever obsessed with The Bionic Woman, you know what I mean.)

A few minutes later, we did an adagio combination with waltz turns, and that’s when the wheels came off.

And I don’t mean the training wheels, either. I mean all the wheels.

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