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Wednesday Class #2

Lovely mixed-level open house class tonight. I took it as an opportunity to focus on expression and musicality, mostly. I also worked on pelvic placement, particularly in our fondue and rond-de-jambe combination, and at least once got it really right. I can feel it when it’s right; it magically makes grand rond-de-jambe work perfectly at 90 degrees.  Well, that and bringing the heel around as you come from arabesque when going en dedans.

It was cool to be back in Studio 5, where I took my first steps back into the roiling waters of ballet almost two years ago now. It was especially cool to be sharing a barre with a brand-new dancer, doing my best to demonstrate good port de bras and work cleanly through the combinations.

In a way, it’s like coming full circle. (Because I am ridiculously tired, my brain is now insisting on going all Sir David Attenborough, like, “At last, the mature dancers return to the waters of their birth, where they will bring about the new generation, blah blah blah…”)

My flexibility is now as good as it has been since I started dancing again: effortless splits both ways; pancake in straddle. I’ll work splits where they are for a week or two, then see about regaining hypersplits. My cambré back also looks great. Turnout is much closer to 180 degrees as well.

Anyway, I’m about to nod off, so I’ll close here.

À bientôt, mes amis!

Acro-Balancing tomorrow, which will fill my Yoga slot on the ballet challenge that I keep neglecting to mention, but before that, a little more history review, then evaluations, then bell choir.

The Answer Is Always Pelvic Tilt

… Okay, so not always, always.

But for me, right now, it’s all about getting the pelvic angle just right. And then not letting everything else fall apart.

Surprisingly, I made it through all of Brienne’s class this morning, even though I was definitely feeling Tuesday’s aerials class (which was excellent, by the way). At the start of barre, I really wasn’t sure.

There were, predictably, some awkward moments, but I predict that as I adapt to the new schedule, it’ll get better.

Anyway, I’m definitely pretty cooked right now, but it’s Open House tonight, so Denis & I are going to go dive in to a free class.

I will almost certainly sleep like a baby. Maybe even during class.

That’s it for now; my lunch has arrived, and I’m famished!

À bientôt, mes amis.

Update:

Aerials pictures for everyone!

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He may be a monkey, but he's *my* monkey!

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If you belie—eve ... this is a "Man In The Moon" (I kind of love the way it looks like I'm just napping on the Lyra, here.)

PS: not only are those tights blazingly fabulous, but they are The. Most. Comfortable tights. SRSLY.

Evidently, though, I’mma have to teach Mr. Monkey how to frame a shot.

BeastMode: Ballet Returns

Today’s class started out well, but got progressively less awesome.

This isn’t to say that it was ever bad, except for the last combination going left (during which, for reasons unknown, I couldn’t failli to save my life and kept landing my assemblé without plié — not a good idea).

But it was definitely a post-break re-entry class. Fortunately, Monsieur BeastMode (AKA Brian) went easy on us.

Amusingly, half the class wore purple and black, so when we divided into groups, we had a Purple Group and a Not Purple Group (we’ll call them the Rebel Alliance), four in each.

Sadly, while I like to think that Team Purple (of which I was a member) brought a great deal of enthusiasm to the table, the Rebel Alliance soundly schooled us in the technique department.

Still, I got off a couple of doubles from fourth going across the floor and didn’t completely cock up the petit allegro, though it took my body a while to remember how to Sissone.

I would be like, “Sissone!”

…And my legs would go, “Glissade?”

…And then I’d go, “Sissone!”

…And my legs would be all, “Cabriole! Our favorite!”

…And then I’d go:
>.<

And my legs would go, "Ohhhhhh, Sissone. Why didn’t you just say that?!”

(You know there are going to illustrations later.)

So, um, yeah. If this is BeastMode Ballet, my Spirit Beast today was probably Baby Giraffe.

So that was class. Oh, and I asked M. BeastMode to teach us coupé jeté en tournant, because I believe in us (or something).

It’s good to be back!

À bientôt, mes amis!

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.

TaaDaaaa

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!

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!

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!

Wednesday Class: Keep the Chocolate in the Fondue Bowl

Class was pretty good today.

Brienne gave us one of her signature long, tough barres – but I guess I must be getting stronger, because I made it through two sets of two killer fondu combinations without feeling like I was going to die or like I just couldn’t get my legs off the ground anymore.

Or, well … some of that’s strength and some is technique. Brienne is bringing ideas to class from Robert Curran, our new artistic director, and one was about pelvic alignment and was like a miracle for me.

As a kid, I always stood swaybacked, and I had to correct for that in the ballet studio (and in gymnastics). Now I no longer tend to stand swaybacked, but I still correct – which leads to over-correction (AKA the mortal sin of tucking), so Brienne worked with me on pelvic tilt.

She suggested that we think of the pelvis as a bowl and concentrate on keeping the water in the bowl — thus, in my case, as we worked in fondu and through extensions, I had to tilt the bowl to the front, since in the past I’d been dumping the water out of the back. (My interesting porprioception makes that feel like a huge change, but it’s not.)

As soon as I found the spot where the water would just be shifting towards the font rim of the bowl (but NOT SPILLING, you do not want to spill), my extensions magically became about a billion times lighter and easier.

I also got nice detail corrections for my arms, which makes me happy — my arms have come soooooooo far. I used to be a squid; now I’m slowly becoming a swan — just like in the famous fable, right? Where the squid grows up to be a beautiful swan?

Maybe I’m confused, here…

I also nailed a coupé balance for so long that I shocked the heck out of myself.

Coupé is often my worst balance; today, I was able to just let my arms float up and hang the frack out, like, forever. And close to soussous. And turn. Without falling. Or having to bourée like crazy or anything.

WTF, you guys. Holiday miracles? It’s Chanukah, after all.

I made up for it by forgetting the order of the frappé/Grand Battement combination, though, so there is still balance in the universe.

You’re welcome.

I think the adagio at center was okay, though I was fairly well cooked at first. When we marked it, I felt like a disaster, but I was able to pull it together, more or less.

Across the floor, I kind of held it together on the first run, and actually nailed the second run down quite well. My turns started out cray, but then I got my head back in the game and pulled my core together. It is always all about the core, you guys (and about keeping the water in the bowl, and turning the arm at the right moment to keep the elbow supported, and about using your épaulement and not hiding from the audience, and…).

The grand allegro combination was almost good, except when I started thinking and hosed it up completely. Note to self: don’t think about which leg; just go, go, go (as the super cute bevy of little girls called out to me on my bike this morning).

We did grand jeté a la Bournonville, and I’m not sure mine was quite right, but it was a decent normal grand jeté. And my entrelacé was good, which it for some reason always is.

Oh, and I did some entrechats that weren’t complete abominations when we did Little Jumps part 2.

Most importantly, Brienne said I look good and things are really coming together — which is the best thing ever.

We live and die by the words of our instructors, especially the ones who push hard and ask a lot of us.

Tonight, more roller time.

For the record, the cat is extremely dubious about the foam roller. Usually, when I’m stretching, he gets on the floor with me and “helps” (nothing like a face full of cat butt to improve your stretch, I always… wait, I mean never… say!); when I’m roller-ing, he mostly supervises from the sofa or the ottoman.

Tomorrow, video at last. I promised Brienne a copy 🙂 I owe so much of my improvement as a dancer to her amazing classes.

Anyway, that’s it for now. Groceries, lunch, home, housework, roller.

À bientôt, mes amis!

Monday Class: In Developpe-ment?

Okay, that was bad, I admit it. Couldn’t think of anything else.

I felt a bit stiff this morning. I may have overdone it yesterday with caffeine, rum, and sugar, while under-doing it with, like, actual food and calories, heh. Today, I made roasted chicken legs* and vegetables for dinner, so that’s a step in the right direction.

*…As I said to my friend Robert, “…Cut from the bodies of bros who skipped leg day. THIS IS WHY YOU NEVER SKIP LEG DAY.”

Fortunately, as I’ve mentioned before, in ballet, every day is leg day.

On the other hand, The Lady of the Camélias was stunning. Not only very fine dancing, but very fine acting, particularly by Svetlana Zakharova, who absolutely embodied the principal female role, Marguerite. Anna Tikhomirova brought humor and aching pathos to Marguerite’s mirror image, the legendary Manon Lescaut, who appears both in the ballet-within-the-ballet and also in Marguerite’s inner visions.

Andrei Merkuriev portrayed Monsieur Duval, father of the lovelorn leading man, Armand, with a moving gravity worth noting.

As so often happens, watching great dancing instilled in me a renewed sense of both why I dance and what ballet should do — lessons I hope will stick with me while I’m recording my audition video this week!

I walked away from The Lady of the Camélias remembering that I need to return to what might really be the first principle of free movement in ballet:

Don’t make it happen —
Let it happen.

…Which I largely succeeded in doing during barre, but not so much at center.

Class started out strong, but Tawnee (subbing for Brian, who’s dancing in various places over the next few weeks) worked us quite hard, particularly in the fondues. I acquitted myself quite nicely throughout the barre, up to and perhaps especially the fondues, but my legs were pretty cooked by the time we got to center.

That said, my développé at barre was about as good as it has ever been today — a partial compensation, I guess, for the fact that my turns were horrible, horrible, horrible! Except for the last one, which was … eh. Decent, I guess?

I’ve noticed that, when I’m tired, I resort to trying to make things happen, and I get really tense. You definitely can’t do adagio well when you’re tense. Or, well — I can’t.

So, basically, if the motto of every ballet teacher ever is, “Make it look effortless!”, at center, I more or less did the opposite … at least until we got to jumps. We only did little jumps (we ran out of time), but those always go well for me, and they use different muscles than developpé.

I should probably add that, fatigue notwithstanding, this class was fantastic — very reminiscent of Brienne’s killer classes, though with a slightly calmer energy. I think it’s a question of personality: I wouldn’t say that Tawnee’s more laid-back than Brienne, just that her intensity is more … internal? Both run a tight ship (which is incredibly important on Monday morning!) and issue solid, intelligible, helpful corrections.

Tonight I’ll be rolling out … um, basically every muscle in my body, probably … and then taking some naproxen before bed. I already gave myself a good soak in the tub, but I might take another one. I’ve been working on really nailing down port de bras, and I’m feeling it in the muscles of my upper back — the middle and lower parts of the trapezius especially, but also the little muscles whose names I forget that keep the scapulae (the shoulderblades) pulled in against your back.

Incidentally, if you’re doing port de bras without your shoulder blades sticking out, you’re probably also not letting your chest collapse inwards and your shoulders round and creep up, so that’s something worth thinking about.

In order to achieve really free, graceful port de bras, you really have to hold it all together and use the big muscles in the center of your back** to suspend your arms … which, when you’re paying attention to using them right, can get surprisingly heavy over the course of a class even if they’re not very big.

**This is why dancers tend to have beautiful backs.

Tomorrow B. and I will rehearse my piece and finalize some choreography. I haven’t even marked this dance with a second person, let alone run it, so there will probably be some things that need to be ironed out. Thursday, we’ll be able to record, and then I can finally finish my Columbia application 😀

I think it’ll be awesome dancing with B., because we have very similar personalities and we kind of feed off each-other’s energy in a really cool way. (Denis and N., B.’s husband, were cracking up about this at dessert after the ballet yesterday; B. and I kept going on and on and on and on about dance, and of course waving our hands about like madpersons (there is nothing, I’m sure, quite like being crammed into a tiny booth with two dancers madly walking through sweeping adagios with their hands), and evidently this was highly amusing.)

Erm. What else?

Flexibility-wise, the left split is back to being super easy; the right is still a little tight, but I’m at least getting down to the floor reliably again. I feel like I should probably focus quite a bit on flexibility this week, since I’ll be dancing every day through Thursday, and the weather is going to be grey, damp, and chilly — a perfect recipe for stiff muscles.

Okay. That’s it for now. I’ve got a little more laundry to fold, and then I’m going to roll my legs and go the heck to bed.

Saturday Class: Beats Me

Neither Denis nor I slept much last night — maybe a few hours, maybe less.

Consequently, I felt like a disaster in class today, though my fellow students said I danced well. Huh.

My legs weighed a ton (you decide whether metric or imperial; either is too much) and I couldn’t get the beats working, for the most part.

Of course, I could barely retain simple combinations, so I wasted a lot of clock cycles wondering if I was even doing anything that resembled what I was supposed to be doing. I am sure that I launched at least one turn the wrong way. Feh.

Beyond that, though, class was okay. I have to remind myself that, a year ago, there is no way I could have worked développés to 90+ degrees from fondu on this little sleep. I definitely couldn’t sustain extensions as well.

So I tell myself, Next week will be better.

Which it almost certainly will.

Especially if I can get some sleep.

There’s not a single combination that I really remember well enough to record — the adagio was nice; the combination for turns began with balancés, and I felt that mine were sloppy. Some of the turns were nice, though, including a kind of surprise double. Really a 2.25, because it was supposed to be a 1.25. Like, I seriously thought to myself, “Is this where I’m supposed to point when I’m done?” while continuing around through another spot.

Sometimes thinking in ballet makes interesting things happen. Mostly not, though, so I still don’t recommend it.

So that was Saturday class. Tomorrow we’re playing bells and then going to see Our The Lady of the Camélias.

On Thursday, we’re going to see the Nutcracker, which they’re either streaming live again or re-broadcasting. Either is fine with me.

Sometime between now and then, B and I will be doing the audition video. I definitely need to get some sleep before that happens!

So that’s all for now.

À bientôt, mes amis.