tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81359781317560533052024-03-12T18:37:45.197-07:00Red Shoe Butoh Journalharukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-68287614079930376422011-02-26T00:52:00.000-08:002011-02-26T01:43:31.530-08:00A little research about existing parables, fairytales, my thoughts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>I have been watching some japanese variety shows for some years and one of my favorite programs is called <a href="http://www.nhk.or.jp/bakumon/previous/">BAKUSHO_MONDAI JAPANESE CULTURE EDUCATION SERIES</a> where a very famous japanese comedy duo explores the best of the best scientists, historians, artists, politicians, innovators, inventors of all genres in japan today in very frank and deep discussions and explorations in documnentary style, always engaging in an intensive conversation with all these amazing human beings. There was one exciting episode where a research scholar named TOSHIO OZAWA of folktales/fairy tales and oral- told tales was deconstructing and analyzing some of the most popular existing fairy tales to us.I guess his sharp observations and intense speculations on these passed- on tales have made the german and european historians shocked and blown away with his insights. One of many, of them was CINDERELLA, and he said " did you know? " DRAMATICALLY to the camera," Cinderella actually has went to the ball 3TIMES, SECRETLY BEHIND HER FAMILY, not just once before she left her famous glass shoe incident". Apparently Grimm's Tale's version of Cindrella is a diffrent title also. He explained how this "GOING THERE THREE TIMES " was regretfully important aspect of the story changed by Disney, into once, so the important structure of the story shape was destoyed. It goes soemthing like this:<br />
Each time she goes to the ball, she is dressed up and dolled up so beautifully, and when she runs back home she goes back into this dirty attire. When she goes to the palace ball the 2nd time, the prince falls in love with her propose to her, but she runs away back home again.She dresses back into this dirty girl again. The third time she goes, she leaves her glass slipper, and the prince goes in a huge investigation to go find her, and when he finds her , they marry and are happy etc. etc. So Toshio was greatly bothered WHY didnt she just accept the prince's proposal in the first visit and just make the story nice and effiscient??? What was that purpose of going back and forth, back and forth..?? Then he thought: isnt this the behavior and the action of a typical adolescent youth? In the daily life, the youth might traumatize the parents, do "bad" things, etc. but any person , those kids truly have a yearning, and a struggle to show and shine their "TRUE SELF ", to be that special person that they potentailly can be. The daily and the mundane life is somehow preventing them, having them feel trapped. He is certain of this. and not only do they yearn to be their ultimate self, but they also have this need to have a witness, some one out there to accept them, this TRUE SELF needs to be accepted by some body. But after the acceptance, they do not know - what the outcome would be- its a total terror and mystery what would proceed after that acceptance- they dont quite know why, but they go back, they must return back to their small, ugly duckling self. So does it mean they stay that way? No, after a while, a courage builds again, and a desire returns to be this other self again, so she returns to the ball. So she gets accepted again, and she runs back home again. Isnt this the mirror of most adolescent behavior? he calls it a pendulum named Cindrella is swinging back and forth. She must wait until it finally stops swinging. And gradually, and surely, that pendulum's space will get smaller, eventually coming to a stillness. So.. if you erase this 3 TIMES going to a ball, reducing to one, this important message VANISHES.<br />
He explained that the true hidden tale of the fragile and struggling yearning mind of an youth, typical rebellious and complex behavior of an adolescent, and what it meant,explaining why and how the original un-altered tales in this way had to be the way it had to be in order to give us the powerful and deeply insightful message. Old folk stories and parables tells a tale of deep rooted issues- that is why it is so natural to tell the violence, the gruesomeness that it contains a lot of time in these stories.Humanbeing's life is or Animal's life is supported by taking another animal's life. They are also reminding us of this tale, so to denying that, he claims is dangerous.<br />
Us, or we as people in the last couple of decades has changed and altered most of these tales, trying to fit them into a "morally correct" school text books- all us around the world has perhaps done this-I rose up from the sofa with my empty bag of potato chips and nausious -tired-sorry- greasy face and WANTED TO SCREAM with excitement.I felt like there was some kind of opening in my usually overly full spilling head. Another one was SNOW WHITE 's actual original story - The The evil queen disguises her self first as an old woman selling silk ribbons, and then end up strangling SnowWhite who lets her into the house and buys it.The dwarfs comes home later in the afternoon and find her dead. They somehow untie the ribbon revive her (!) , and then warn her to never let any body sell her anything.But ofcourse the next time, the dwarfs are gone to work in the woods, and Snow White is alone, and the evil queen now revists to sell her a beautiful poisoneous comb.And ofcourse Snow White is an impulsic shopper, lets her in,buys the comb, and let her comb her hair and dies.The dwarfs find her with a poisoneous comb and removes it, she come back to life.<br />
The last visit one was the one with the posisoneous apple. The queen lets her bite an apple.The dwarfs comes home and could not find any thing wrong with the external damage of the body, and so tragically, they could not revive her. Days later, the prince walks by in the forest, falls in love with the dead girl , adopts the whole glass casket with him, BUT IT WAS NOT THE KISS THAT REVIVED HER. The apple that was stuck in her throat has tumbled out by it self and saved her when the glass casket was bumped on a tree stump ,when being carried in the forest by the prince and his gang. <br />
TOshio Ozawa interepreted that it is a parable that humanbeings WILL MAKE MISTAKES, even MULTIPLE MISTAKES in their life, even stupid mistakes, but perhaps happiness still arrives, making its message that that you will still turn out ok, even with some fatal mistakes, a very positive and optimistic view/observation of life. And that life will perhaps turn out even amazing, like her meeting the prince after all the traumas she caused her self, despite the warnings of the dwarfs. If she didnt take a risk, if she didnt follow her curiosity and desires- she might have ended up cleaning up, and working for the 7 Dwarfs perhaps all her life doing their laundry. (!)The great thing for me was, the KISS OF THE PRINCE did not save her. That is ofcourse, was made up by Walt Disney.He was a sweet romantic, I can see that with all his re-imaginning of all the tales in his beautiful hand made, historical innovative animations. <br />
- In this way I am starting to researching many things like Grimm Brothers..who existed about 200 years ago - for instance that they have been collectors of oral tales, specifically from the women around them. I loved this fact they were writing down an oral tradition of story tellings, and it has become a very visual thing to us, reading with our eyes as a book, and how different it was then !! from hearing a dramatic story teller who was almost like an actor, a singer, a poet and someone who probabely delivered the oral tales with certain energy, synergy with the listeners, providing a sensory universe feast, like the old woman Femann (spelling check ) that the Grimm Brothers often talked about. She was a GREAT story teller.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">one of the multiple grandmothers that will battle with the girl Miwak on the first chapter</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jason Puccinelli's pupeteering swan is slowly taking its shape for the 2nd chapter</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://smiller555.com/">Steven Mille</a>r-Our beloved photographer who has shot our REDSHOES poster last week</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>This last week that my collaborator <a href="http://www.doheelee.com/%20">Dohee Lee </a>was here up from the bay area, a lot has happened. We have been thinking; we have been exploring many ways of "STORY TELLING". We would like to explore how the sounds, the melodies, vocals, movement and all of that embodiment- how that can tell the stories, how can we vicserally convey the rawness of the telling of the tales through abstraction, thru surreal soup of soundscapes, with usage of Jherek, Joshua and Dohee's more melodic and structured, deftly composed, detailed music -like a passionate , oral story teller, likening the very dramatic and almost spiritual embodiment of the BUNRAKU puppet theater's heart wrenching singing narrator.....with usage of familiar iconic figures, with audience interaction, and OFCOURCE with great humor- and in the challenging uncontrolled environment of 5 different sites of the outdoors. I hope to tell the stories that is an intense sensory experience...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://smiller555.com/"><b>Steven Miller</b></a> ties ribbons around Dohee Lee & I</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The Red Shoes Project is a contemporary fairytale told in five chapters, inspired by some of the iconic stories like pinnochio, Redridinghood, and the Wild Swans- A once broken and stagnant lifeless girl Miwak awakens, her soul, her creative spirit shunned and separated- almost forgotten in the attic.<br />
Its a story exploring the struggle to follow one's creative path. This sonic and visual-movement theater is a re-imagineing of Hans Christian Andersen's The Red Shoes, the tale of a girl who is cursed to dance herself to death as a punishment for following her desires. Or ,the original version has interpreted as"vanity" or some one who followed her obsession-when she should have followed the morals of the church, the community, and not ever breaking that code. I saw it as a heretic, or someone who dared to be a little different... or , our version is more like a question: what if we changed our perspective all together- this story of the girl who made these -what you call mistakes- betraying her beloved kind step mother, ignoring the warnings,slipping deeper into her explorations of her desire-obsessions that she can no longer see the same world as it was before she stepped into her dancing redshoes.I have grown up being acused of all of these very things- wanting to be an artist- when I was finally driven to make my own choices to live a completely creative life( life of an artist ) - even by my own family, it was considered betrayal, and all the walls came tumbling down since then. <br />
Our performances- our story of the Red Shoe Project are being held in conjunction with the first museum survey of Degenerate Art Ensemble's work at the <a href="http://www.fryemuseum.org/" target="new">Frye Art Museum</a> in spring 2011.The stages we are in now-It is in the midst of creating, as I write, in my sleepy late hours of the night. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joshua Kohl of Degenerae Art Ensemble w/ Dohee Lee</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Here we are.... just completed mountains of challenges, and we feel like we have just went up a medium size mountain in the snow storm and ice tornado , completing 4 performance showings! Now we are moving on to the next project - the RED SHOES! GOODNESS WE FEEL SLIGHTLY GOOD!!! or, a little BETTER !! 4 more chapters to go, RACING WITH TIME AND BATTLING WITH ENERGY, FUNDING/STAMINA/PATIENCE/ UNEXPECTED HAPPENINGS/STAMINA ( did I mention stamina...?) INSANITY/ and slight slight <strike>ALCOHOLISM</strike> (?!)<br />
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Big THANKYOU to the string quartet who jumped in gracefully for two rehearsals and made our evening!!<br />
Brianna Atwell - Viola!<br />
Natalie Hall - Cello!<br />
Kendal Seager -violin!<br />
Karen Halliburton - violin!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leo Mayberry ( video artist) humoring Theresa, our co- tech director</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ela Lamblin's beautiful severed limbs musical instruments on the floor with (Miwak,) the protagonist </td></tr>
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</tbody></table>So... we are now embarking on the next project: RED SHOES as I write this blog. Thankyou audience, for coming and supporting our work. The new piece will be an endurance piece just two dancers/ performers/vocals and physical theater, Dohee Lee and I, with an intense live musiscians/ guest group of performers, and YOU the audience as well, performing among and through out the Seattle's Frye Art Museum. It will also be performed in NewYork as well as the Robert Wilson's Watermill Center. I hope to invite you out for numerous experiments that we have already begun with the public... more later on that.<br />
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</tbody></table> Mask by Brian Kooser, boots by Kellie Dunn, Costumes by Christine Tschirgiharukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-36250687841452088402011-01-23T21:49:00.000-08:002011-02-02T21:26:57.717-08:00project is rolling... team number two!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is Christine Tschirgi in her studio working on Dohee & my costumes for the shows for the Redshoes. As you scroll down, you will see the delicate and deft details of some of the hand stitched work, dye work, and beautiful fabrics she has chosen and put together to create the garments.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table> ...There are 5 chapters of this re- imagined fairytale, and a girl Miwak must go through each chapter as a trial/ test of her journey ( by a mysterious, enigmatic & sometimes menacing shaman ) as one human being on a ride of an insane creative path. Dohee and I are constantly playing multiple charactors, and we are so excited to able to wear her sumptious and eye candy garments that will surely give us wonderwoman powers. She has been teaching me about what a bias cut is- to what smocking means, and also tips for all kinds of trouble on stage! We are eager each time to see her whoop out one after another, a gorgeous artwork.<br />
I would like to thank again, all of the generous doners for the materials!! Christine has also brought in an amazing Kellie Dunn who have been working on our boots for the charactors. They are reaaly amazing. <br />
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Speaking of Shaman's costume, our collaborating scuplter Colin Ernst will be making a built- in mic facial mask for Dohee to sing and play with. His mask with a chest harp will be mounted and merged with Christine's Shaman garment. Colin, in the past has been creating Circus Contraption's crazy ride contraptions.<br />
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</tbody></table>On the left- Colin Ernst busy at work in our Frye Commerce Center working on our multiple items. Or.. he is actually posing for the photo. (? ) I will post his work soon!<br />
Today we had a really great music rehearsal.Jherek's composition and Joshua's sounded so intensely beautiful. The string quartet musicians, Karen, Nathalie, Kendal and Brianna and we had a lot of good 2 and a half string rehearsals accompnaying my dance.. Jherek is a wild and remind me of some kind of a cartoon charactor, extremely animated in a kind of a TRIPLETS OF BELLEVILLE way.He memorized every detail of my Broken-Doll Choreography, and I was so touched he has been reworking some materials after much consulting/re assessing what the dance means to me, and to the piece. Speaking of intensley beautiful, Dohee's voice soared and pierceing, possessing the poor grandmother charactor in the screen- eagerly waiting for the little red ridinghood :)We all felt the power of her charactor today and got so excited.<br />
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</tbody></table>Theresa Ulrich and Terry Podgorsky has been a dynmic tech team for the shows.Without them, we would not have any of these production possible.As I gradually got to know Terry, he is like a true diplomat, and a kind spirit. I over hear a lot of the consulting, discussion, and problem solvings that go on between him, Theresa, and each team members across the big echoing space. I felt comforted by his presence in the huge wide vast big 6000 sq feet space!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-69525021771767955842011-01-09T12:55:00.000-08:002011-01-09T13:06:11.414-08:00The project is on the way ! - introducing team number one first :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL1pV-gqq6sF7V8cR9TvFBC47s7jXnqQk3GXHig9mPfbX40oEIRxJEU_Z3b1YIvxZJ92bqBSAVNE-Bkmd6VTZW87Ksen4qVcavJTiyj7a8UxVpxA8ND2sBaYYn7T5k8X9axRN5E-rfMWSL/s1600/IMG_1047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span id="goog_1534835446"></span><span id="goog_1534835447"></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTkaTGeQi9h727PQkn94HaRYCCDn4nViX7F_Fgtdgb1x8kaErXHxB7iXwmVTo7aHjzCKj-4Bpc3YiBH5AYpK9XAw7WDbLYYdpNhI7-YYZNo_2qhNSGAuGLY9hWetJX6XDL021-qN_SbtQ/s1600/red+shoes+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTkaTGeQi9h727PQkn94HaRYCCDn4nViX7F_Fgtdgb1x8kaErXHxB7iXwmVTo7aHjzCKj-4Bpc3YiBH5AYpK9XAw7WDbLYYdpNhI7-YYZNo_2qhNSGAuGLY9hWetJX6XDL021-qN_SbtQ/s400/red+shoes+1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
This is a sketch by one of our collaborator/Sound sculpter <a href="http://www.lelavision.com/">Ela Lamblin</a>.He is a sculptural instrument inventor with a keen awareness of how the body can relates to the instrument in space- and at the same time able to create beautiful sounds.It will be a device that is integrated with my body on which i can learn to play substantial musical compositions. Most part of our project has already moved into the Frye's Arts Commerce Center( In Seattle Washington ) and everyone is hard at work........<br />
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The second photo is of my collaborator and dancing/ music partner for the project<a href="http://www.doheelee.com/"> Dohee Lee</a>.She is a percussionist/vocalist and dancer that is deeply involved in the style of Korean shamanistic peformances.She has been coming to our 3rd intensive rehearsals ( all the way from Bay area)and am about to come up for the 4th one!<br />
She is extremely hard core...I was hoping she would push me for this project but ACCORDING TO DOHEE, we ended up pushing each other ,and once we have started going, we had to tear ourselves from the project, and slam the door from each other so we could get some rest at least in the evening, and not keep going insanely like a coked up feverish people, tortured by the project and the pressure we gave our selves. For me-Coming from the Butoh tradition of drinking SAKE after some session, I have come to realize VERY QUICKLY that Dohee is not only a master of drumming, but A MASTER OF HARD CORE DRINKING as well. She have told me stories that she and her Korean master teachers would drum all night and drink and drink, and DRINK all night ( and Day? ) as well.Goodness! we have hard core fun and challenge each other!.. the rehearsals are often filled with lots of laughter and saying to each other- towards the end -" Oh my Gahd.....!" and Dohee asking " wow... you guys eat a lot..! "<br />
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As <a href="http://www.myspace.com/jherekbischoff">Jherek Bischoff</a>, our collaborating composer would say, " dAnG , gIRL! "<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kNAbcr8z4Ogway_HkBAmz09CmL5VhGRkZV3ZO9gZ3tstgGAkIOTt4S7qH7QFVkVDUaFEi6TnzLCj7Wp-DuxIvZac9eO0Uyf629bXkJfkYAQLVO1nyR2XKVhDqYYJSsRo8uREHDJNfKI1/s1600/IMG_0873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kNAbcr8z4Ogway_HkBAmz09CmL5VhGRkZV3ZO9gZ3tstgGAkIOTt4S7qH7QFVkVDUaFEi6TnzLCj7Wp-DuxIvZac9eO0Uyf629bXkJfkYAQLVO1nyR2XKVhDqYYJSsRo8uREHDJNfKI1/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" width="320" /> </a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> In this Blk and white photo taken by<b> Rex Hohlbein</b>, here is Jherek singing the part of the composition with the chamber ensemble that has done some readings of the composition of his and Joshua Kohl's.Joshua and Jherek, Dohee has been composing for the 5 chapters of our contemporary take, a re -imaginiing of the Redshoes story that the Degenerate Art Ensemble will perform this spring in Seattle and New York.Along with their music/ sound team, Suzie Kozawa and Robb Kunz will be joining for the sound installation that will accompany our pieces. In the photos, there are (Dohee singing, Dylan playing the cello, Briana on the viola, Kendal on the violin, Joshua on Dohee's drum, and Paris also on the violin ) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4wFla5Ld8IGbKHEZzJEto5OhYeFEFKboFgGW0865FGgBtW8vuoJrHxXEj7UCyz09qmx3GNSyvlSfT2v9p1UHmuCZG9av5hzwDvDFKm_IXPcg_qGBcUH6fvRNWFkkjhoBsjCXM4Vo1o2j/s1600/IMG_0341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4wFla5Ld8IGbKHEZzJEto5OhYeFEFKboFgGW0865FGgBtW8vuoJrHxXEj7UCyz09qmx3GNSyvlSfT2v9p1UHmuCZG9av5hzwDvDFKm_IXPcg_qGBcUH6fvRNWFkkjhoBsjCXM4Vo1o2j/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAWiEHOFXxdosHV2-Xdkd7gj4cT6DtSJCedqIJ_tegpxW6T3DkPH12f4yQdj4ZIAKz8wsnJpPmk0ZekF87pfJDqTvGEsv8G5oNcb9Gkk5BfkDSnBNbWSmRViJjvnJPRNh7Ay8oAPTrWeC4/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Here is Trinidad Martinez, my friend and the star from my last big DAE project at the Moore theatre in Seattle.She is a dancer and a director from her group Magpie Productions. She has been TIRELESSLY helping my rehearsals,the chapter's choreography, being an outside eye, and giving me an honest sharp tongue and extremely objective eye and opinions so I can keep myself on my toes. (! ) She is spanish, I am japanese, we joke about being in the U.S. and comparing everything to our own countries. ( !) I think maybe we did that with Dohee too.<br />
A photo below is<a href="http://www.killingfrenzy.com/"> Leo Mayberry</a>, Jason and I. Starting with Leo, He is the bold and brainiac video artist who creates wild and playful, great obssesive, complicated ideas onto a screen, always working with a challenging concept of illusion of the eyes, and he has been an incredible creative partner on the video concept working with the story, the charactors, the vision, , along with me and the team. (Leo and I somehow always go late in the night NERDING INTENSELYon the project plan and it is always a strange and relentless lullaby to Joshua, who ends up snoring HEAVILY on the couch while we are still scribbling and experimenting with paper cuts or mock-ups on our living room floor ) The Scene with the mysteriously beautiful artificial trees is the scene of the "Black riding hood". She<br />
disguises her self as the mischievous girl in the forest but she is also the wolf. Who has made the trees?<br />
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<div>This day, I went to go meet with the Butoh dancer I have been hearing about in the Northwest for a while, for years, who I never could quite got in touch because of the circumstances. Recently,I saw the chance! I have leaned OVER THE SNACK TABLE when I finally saw her at the <b>Dance Art Group</b>s'<a href="http://www.danceartgroup.org/">http://www.danceartgroup.org/</a> annual Benefit <b>SFADI</b>'s hot diggidy DAG , (where I finished performing with <b>Christian Swenson</b> <a href="http://www.humanjazz.com/">http://www.humanjazz.com/</a> the human jazz improvisation artist) and asked if she would be able to dance with me.She is <b>Maureen Freehill</b> ( or Momo)one of the original people who danced in the Seattle's Dappin Butoh and has her own company : <b>Momo Butoh Dance Company</b>.She lives in the Whidbey Island, where she daily trains as well. This day I asked her,She had a cowboy hat on, I think, and always had a free spirit twinkle power in her eyes and steps.I had a huge food mass stuffed in my face,my eyes rattling around black and white from release from the nervousness and hunger after the performance.She SEEMED SUCH AN IMMEDIATE and LIVELY person, already dancing across the snack table.</div><div>We walked into the Discovery Park, and I felt I was slowly shifting into a world, a realm of the senses and playfulness while I followed curiously in the trails after Maureen, while she introduced many things to me, spoke and spoke of her approach and philosophy to her way of the Butoh, her teachings, and her love, and inspirations in the woods. She continiously picked wild plants for us to eat, it started to feel like we were in a HUGE WILDERNESS SALAD BOWL after a while, because she kept finding some edible plants, and kept sharing them with me to eat.She showed me the diffrences of the Cedar tree leaves, the pine, and the Fir tree.She pointed to a bulbous crazy trunk tree ( I love it !) I think was called siccamore.It looked like a texture of swamp mudd dried out, and is bulging out like fat bubbles. (!) We saw the smooth skinned madrona tree, and one of my favorite root vegetable GOBO (burdock root) growing wild, that she pointed out for me.I asked carelessly if we could pull them up and see the root, but did you know, that the root is SO LONG that you would have to dig couple of feets down? GOODNESS. I got sucked into immediately the ease of just totally BEING, with her,slipping into many diffrent inner states, like a relaxed mind of children. She seemed so air-born NATURAL (?) to this state.I sensed her joy, her love to the dance, her love to the mentor <b>Kazuo Ohno</b>,her philosophy, and it seemed to be manifested very much through her expression and her movement.I felt grateful that she offered me a butoh EXPERIENCE , not a butoh training that I often do daily. She has a wonderful blog, and PICTURES!!! of this day and more details and her view at: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSVMS5hdfpfF4Trrf6wb_kYqffpzmMg97T2NHDxQjaw0U-m1DD6Nde74Cj3KQeRmOmjLEMAqx0p3NpgEmgZJN-MepzBtvREUAUbB_v3xvOOxKtUCeAIhF2ZE1RDzmS80uJP8XgwpcHeg/s1600/VID27260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSVMS5hdfpfF4Trrf6wb_kYqffpzmMg97T2NHDxQjaw0U-m1DD6Nde74Cj3KQeRmOmjLEMAqx0p3NpgEmgZJN-MepzBtvREUAUbB_v3xvOOxKtUCeAIhF2ZE1RDzmS80uJP8XgwpcHeg/s320/VID27260.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="http://maureenfreehill.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving-discovery-with-haruko-nishimura.html">http://maureenfreehill.blogspot.com/2010/04/moving-discovery-with-haruko-nishimura.html</a></div><div>Please enjoy!</div><div><br />
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.I went out for another training a couple days ago in Seattle,on the 34th and Evanston.. when the sun was shining so warm and bright, not like today, windy and violently rainy.<br />
Last Friday I danced an offering for a small and intimate crowd of our supporters and friends.. a thankyou party for the SONIC TALES and friends. A little bit of " RED SHOES" was with me, I felt it.the audience were our friends.. their energy so warm and loving. My next project is slowly taking is shape... the re- imagining a story of the original story of the redshoes... One of my collaborators is Dohee Lee, an artist originally from Korea, a Kyunggi shaman musician/dancer and a percussionist.She has a heart wrenchingly soulful voice that has enormous range and versatility.She is also a dear friend who I hold close to my heart....The rest of the team is Jherek Bischoff, a former Degenerate Art Ensemble member, he has an extremely unique taste in music and is an orchestral composer who has a quirky and beautiful singing voice, also his own strong vision. Leo Mayberry, also a Degenerate member, a video artist who also has a strong vision and unstinchingly daring perspective creatively is joining me as well as Joshua Kohl,.. his beautiful , ever evolving/exciting compositions and openness to anything new summarizes this incredible potential group and project to come. I am simply terrified...<br />
The photos in this page is from Sunday morning..early.. morning again.. a skater photo shoot with Rex ( the photographer who has been taking the pictures in this research phase of Redshoe Butoh diary).I approached to thank Max, one of the skater in the photo, right before the shoot and he walked away while I tried to talk, in the middle of me talking.He cancelled on me before, and did not show up before that.However,I felt that this guy was trying his best to contribute, I sensed this energy. I sensed an incredible kindness from the other skater Josh, who frequently skated with me.My soul, was however too worn out from the performance and from the trainings from the night before and all the intensive trainings previously... I think this will be my last adventure here at the Marginal Skate Park gang. I think I am getting more and more clear what I would like to do next and where and how in the adventures I want to take it to. Still,I will cherish these experiences and bring them with me :)harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-40576321999281940202010-03-08T00:51:00.000-08:002010-03-08T00:53:23.490-08:00The Mall; Westlake Center<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0LyNeP4jReg2E3ctj1l5KIiBzOp347iF3UOpgVwDaUIi3dn2aCTgAMgqNGX3kKPON3fUsgchVgWre_xv9PSObSq-1AQHKcq7CW4ct0-Fxax3eAwlnFvLbXJuwPIFjkxsWMIhMmrX9XZ2/s1600-h/2010_02_10-Haruko+Nishimura+284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0LyNeP4jReg2E3ctj1l5KIiBzOp347iF3UOpgVwDaUIi3dn2aCTgAMgqNGX3kKPON3fUsgchVgWre_xv9PSObSq-1AQHKcq7CW4ct0-Fxax3eAwlnFvLbXJuwPIFjkxsWMIhMmrX9XZ2/s320/2010_02_10-Haruko+Nishimura+284.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>There was some cute group of shopping girls who were watching for a while got a courage to take photos and ran over next to me so I posed... and then more people taking photos, couple of old ladies staring intensely, I saw some family with little kids stopping and watching intrigued.Someone hiding in the bushes video taping too.... all kinds, all kinds of people stopping, smiling,gawking, and looking confused, too! The youths that danced with me thanked me so sweetly I was stunned and confused myself. Something blurrted out of my mouth because I thought I must say something to respond, and I acidentally bit my tongue..( I was still dancing, feeling all of a sudden nervous and shy ,I looked over to Rex who has stood pretty far away, trying so hard not to be in the way of the interactions, he was grinning VERY BIG.Joshua came this time too, I can see him in the corner of my eye..and has gave me moral support, it was so nice:) I saw an intense man walk slowly by, also homeless, he even stopped to stare. The guards who wore bright yellow ( my friend Colin calls them copsycles because they are on bikes) came over, and ofcourse first I tensed up ready to be warned or to be yelled at, but they seem to be so caring and gentle, I couldnt tell what they were saying to the homeless folks, but later Joshua told me that they even knew every single person's name and they seem to all know each other and were almost councelling them... One of the guard in a dark uniform walked over to me and kindly told me that the police would not give me hell if I stayed in a certain area.While I was dancing, Rex seemed to made many friends with the community down here! He has such a warm and welcomming energy, and always give encouraging words,always seemd to give everyone an equal respect. he was telling the youths that he will bring the photos next sunday and meet them, perhaps to do a session with them also. I later went to the movement jam at the Velocity Dance Center.I got to dance with some new people there...ofcourse it felt surreal to be there after the earlier encounters....but I felt encouraged , got more courage to ask people to dance with me there.Ok, thankyou for today....everyone, everyone.<br />
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This last saturday Rex (the photographer) and I went to the Marginal way Skateboard park.It was a sunny sunny day, and we were ? ? where did the skaters go...? confused to why they were not gathered at under the viaduct.We were hoping to talk to a bunch of them if we could take pictures and collaborate with them while I dance in the pool with them..., a dream. There was about only two skaters looking nervous that I was approaching them.(ofcourse I am decked out in white kabuki makeup and a costume, pretty scary)and one other skater, who was cought in the middle of all of this funny artsy- fartsey business and felt pressured by the situation who had to dissappear in a flash of seconds, I GUESS I UNDERSTOOD IT MUST HAVE BEEN A LITTLE STRANGE.None the less, we got a kind- of- a- permission from the two boys and I thought they were nice to let us crash their prescious practice space. One of them told me that since its such a nice sunny day,everyone was at all the outdoor parks, like the one up near the zoo.......<br />
Rex set up a tripod and I just started dancing.It was cold in an icy way, this concrete realm...The two of the skaters were cautious, I can sense them.It felt even colder...I could feel it in my shoulders, arms, and down my spine...I wished there were many of them, so I could talk to some of them, one of them, to the ones who do not mind something strange, curious, and to give us a chance,I wished at least even a strong reaction , to say " hey, get out!" to start a dialogue. but ofcourse we stepped into their territory.I definitelywould like to come back again.SLowly, once in a long wHile,.. the skaters skated a quick passing -by, which made me excited.But it felt lonely to me, More please...! it was too empty.A beer-bellied guy with a beer appeared yelling something at me, something about making fun of a mime, or something.Oh, goodness, great, drunkenness again... he continiously yelled something rude to me, which I couldnt understand, and to Rex too, I kept dancing, just a little more, see what happens... but the two skaters took a BIG BREAK since he started to poke fun at us.What a delicate situation..! I felt like I learned something this day.. and more inpired to continue to come talk to them, definitely when all of their community is around! Ok, to not seem to bummed, a butoh video of the day is: Atsushi Takenouchi san. I met him briefly in NY last year.A gentle and kind man, a masterful dancer.<br />
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wow ok, I made the photo very huge....I hope I have room for the text..hahaha!I danced at the RedSquare again yesturday.I slipped once.As I thrashed around, I slipped and my hands hit the ground..I started to dance very timidly, it scared me a little,.. a bit embarrassed too, so I pretend to myself that I can handle it...Is the rain ever going to stop? tears weld up a little bit for some reason..I see a face, an immediate search for comfort of my friend's face inside me.I was thinking of my friend who is suffering..combatting with death...right at that moment, every day now, for some time... so as I danced, and if I started to feel sorry for myself, I realize this and buckle up, and immediately begin the process of trying to relax my emotions that are welling up again and again with the thoughts.Part of this butoh journal is dedicated to this friend, who has long been my mentor, created beautiful costumes from me when I began dancing for the stage.She has always given me the prescious gift of appreciating the beauty of Japanese textiles, the unusual cuts and shapes of the uniforms and garments from the old times, diffrent eras, the dye, the beautiful deft art of tie-dye-Shibori, the art of indigo, diffrent mens garments'weavings, and espescially Kasuri.. ..she would take apart an old kimono or Monpe( farmers pants) and make something completely modern and stylish, even for everyday wear, I would be her experiment and wear the daily clothes too!She would tell me stories of when she was a little girl and was a tomboy, tortureing a young monk-to be- boy back in Kyoto, while feeding me hand-made ohagi ( azuki bean paste and sweet rice) I hesitated to even mention her situation but when I dance, she is always with me, she is the big part of the motivation since december ,so I have able to dance in the outdoors.Her laughter, her lightness, her mischievious nature and humor always make me contageous of her charactor and reminds me of lightness.<br />
So, this is what happens, I notice this daily now.In the time zone of moving and improvising for a while, the mind gets antsy, It wants to judge, it wants to control , question, and wander ALL THE TIME, the mind wants to attach to everything that comes through..It is similar to trying to meditate, and you struggle.The other day I was under the Aurora Bridge, where you can see the beautiful lake union and the Fremont Bridge, in the second hour, right after the point of boredom urge spreading and feeling nothing interesting is comming out, I repeated with full intent of some of the movements and sensations over and over and over since that was where the intent somehow wished to go. pretty soon, I was riding the gush of wave of SECOND WIND and was able to "go in to" the body again. after the third hour, your mind hits the " I want to stop now, hmm.. must be close to the point of stopping." But by this time all I need to do is remind myself i it is a passing urge. There was a guy taking a picture of me with a strange shaped big camera that he was looking through the top part of it.It must be an old camera from a different era... as soon as I looked up to walk up to him, he ran away.<br />
At the UW red square, one of the people watching came up to me, actually stopped my dancing and asked me." so what are you doing? and why are you doing it?" I love these curious students. Its funny now, instead of gathering around to see what is up, most of the students walk by, stop briefly to take my pictures with a phone, and rush away.On wednesday, I went to a OmCulture yoga studio contact improvisation jam.People are kind, I am still pretty new at this.... contact thing.. maybe its a japanese thing.. I feel still shy.I appreciated the new energies and an opportunity for me to listen.harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-13992086048048327432010-02-10T22:08:00.000-08:002010-02-10T22:20:53.002-08:00RaiNY dAY and test shoots with Rex<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2EmuTcOOs37wQGiV8hkF6a778doelDaWqpOdDR1NiRmhbDc0rexiFs8LoNjASLuUCq1wZnDH7BKKzd-J1_FK7Xsq3RGhqmAshcV8ADwjBaYK-8MGuiczqdTl77At8MM02Jd3A3y1s2UL/s1600-h/2010_02_10-Haruko+Nishimura+152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2EmuTcOOs37wQGiV8hkF6a778doelDaWqpOdDR1NiRmhbDc0rexiFs8LoNjASLuUCq1wZnDH7BKKzd-J1_FK7Xsq3RGhqmAshcV8ADwjBaYK-8MGuiczqdTl77At8MM02Jd3A3y1s2UL/s320/2010_02_10-Haruko+Nishimura+152.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWS4-iejrwzIiNXjNH1cEFE6lyIbJ98exnzpq1bjlConQWe50drpe94Y9KZ82ErWB9EhREfGvItgfQTiQH3jF9zg5PYXePkLKUQFyx5TZRjtFRoQnaVnAn4FkWYfmmREeCtaPOdLm_5bFn/s1600-h/2010_02_10-Haruko+Nishimura+176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWS4-iejrwzIiNXjNH1cEFE6lyIbJ98exnzpq1bjlConQWe50drpe94Y9KZ82ErWB9EhREfGvItgfQTiQH3jF9zg5PYXePkLKUQFyx5TZRjtFRoQnaVnAn4FkWYfmmREeCtaPOdLm_5bFn/s320/2010_02_10-Haruko+Nishimura+176.jpg" /></a>THis morning I put my white kabuki makeup on, put on the <a href="http://mandygreer.blogspot.com/">Mandy Greer</a>'s costume from the charactor Shiro from the last project Sonic Tales, and met with Rex Hohlbein to do some portrait shoots, then we went to the Skate board park under the viaduct, and then to the RedSquare of University of Washington again. Ok, I messed up on the date of the last posted blog...I have just published one that is on TODAY"S DATE but it was actually for a one few days ago... it was in fact last week.I love these photos, a study of light and shadows... and also a realm of some kind.<br />
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The rain started to already drizzle, and by the time we got to the REDSQUARE, pretty later in the day.. it was umbrella time. I danced with the rain and Rex's camera for a while and then realized I was a bit afriad of slipping on the wet ground.I felt a slip there, and here, ans so began to minimize my movement to extremely slow...gravitationally slow, enjoying the dropping of the weight of the limbs... from my slug-like internal looking out..I could see the students busily hurrying somewhere gripping their umbrellas, their eyes squinting, shielding from the rain bits.I can see that they are passing by, passing by as I get reaaly slower...They seem to be the lines of rain bits rushing by, criss crossing around me.It was definitely more of being in a tokyo street intersection.They began to feel like ants or insects or herd of cows passing by...what a different feeling from the last time I was here, the lively morning. I got more internal now. I even see poor Rex squinting his eyes, straining to take a picture. I sympasize and come out of my senses,.. then I felt the water from my hair gets into my eyes and realize its all of a sudden cold and I am actually very drenched.Then I get another second wind from my body, opposite of my feelings and of my will, it finally starts to dance. That few moments made me happy.<br />
I decided to put BUTOH inspiring dance of the day video by one of my favorite Butoh dancer Ko Murobushi.Please enjoy!<br />
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But until I realized gradually and slowly that IT WAS THURSDAY TODAY and I still had my runny Butoh makeup on, from comming back from the University of Washington RedSquare Campus an hour ago.I was loading my video artist's friend <a href="http://www.ianlucero.com/">Ian Lucero's</a> rough dvd edit of the Sonic Tales, my last big project few months ago, and taking notes, I saw that Rex Hohlbein sent me 4 pictures of what happened earlier today, thru email.These are now the right corresponding photos to the text.<a href="http://www.rexhohlbeinarchitects.com/">Rex Hohlbein</a> has been taking these beautiful blk and white magical photos.He is an architect with a big heart and a trementdously passionate eye for the camera.I am very fortunate to have met him in these crazy outdoor training sessions last year... its definitely thrugh this redshoe experiments... I am so happy.<div><div>I have recently went to visit the MOVEMENT JAM at the<a href="http://www.velocitydancecenter.org/"> Velocity dance center</a> last week and was able to find very fun, contact improv movers and dancers to play with, and gave me more inspriations for my outdoor trainings.The inexhausitible RedSHoe is my theme, a longing to dance and interact with "the other" in the public, and like the story of Hans Christian Andersen, the redshoes is never tired.It has a will of its own, dancing through life, diffrent people, happenings,....So this is a first stage of my experiments and writing the blog...experiencing the interactions, observations, the research out there, while I train. Today, and unfortunately before Rex arrived, a couple of students were taking phone pictures and gathering around me, and one of them looked so excited he wanted to jump in, whispering to his friends," shall I join her?" and then after a while I almost forgot about him, he appeared suddenly in front of me, prancing,like a happy coyote, he started enthusiastically dancing with me, around me, and improvising, and soon there was a roar from bunch of students running towards us. " Its' a fuck'n DANCE-OFF"and soon behold, there was a crowd of students gathering and jumping up and down, taking pictures and cheering.The dancer boy-student who started to dance with me was SO FUN, I think he is some sort of a hip-hop-dancer, like from the movie I saw called "you got served" wait, was it "served"? no, maybe"who got served"??? oh it doesnt matter,...we listened to each other in the frenzy of movements and expressions and he even started breakdancing.When I started rolling on the ground,monkey-style, my high heel got stuck to my wire skirt and I almost tripped, but I started laughing with so much joy.We finally both fell backwards to the ground, in a big spread, mirror image, and there was a laughter and applause.I went up to him while I continue to dance, and said" thankyou", and soon as he left, the crowd dispersed very quickly.The redsquare is very spacious, large open area with GRAND buildings, and it helped me to project.performing with full makeup and costume is definitely very diffrent from my regular trainings daily..I get so so exhausted very quickly, and my nerves of pin-drop-awareness is a deadly challenge.I must be fully fully committed.... it is tricky for me.When Rex arrived, his presence gave me energy to continue and renew energy to go on.I forgot it was cold.These mornings and evenings have been quite chilly outside..one of these sessions, I was on the other side of the fremont canal( Nickerson street) and while I was dancing by the canal, I can see the two homeless persons siting on the brink of the canal,perched like two birds, one of them, coughed the entire time while I was dancing..that was my soundtrack.I hope he takes care of his painful painful flu.Ok, thankyou for today again, universe :)</div></div>harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-40177636954096682252010-01-22T09:24:00.001-08:002010-01-22T10:24:51.198-08:00Improvisation and training in the pArK<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxs20rrKRUid2JW0qdC1_BoTnlbjd1JGutB9m-K3F1WYDHqL9AMtt9AtGFymI4ImtXWo_YGDzY24NgeMUEzllRUDXoK3mgNRF1Bk8DyymP6ivVeoY7c2GfGy6WCfH9lBBsoYbUAOoa-7q0/s1600-h/2009_12_21-Haruko+Nishimura+Fremont+Burke+Gilman+083.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxs20rrKRUid2JW0qdC1_BoTnlbjd1JGutB9m-K3F1WYDHqL9AMtt9AtGFymI4ImtXWo_YGDzY24NgeMUEzllRUDXoK3mgNRF1Bk8DyymP6ivVeoY7c2GfGy6WCfH9lBBsoYbUAOoa-7q0/s400/2009_12_21-Haruko+Nishimura+Fremont+Burke+Gilman+083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429628963448521698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0HhrANtXWS47fpDkAEeiTbZ4OGxlbsrb70gbQSztW3kJckEXFGzgGw8iUvE3wLwuiXbFfq60o_hspnz1ZM2x9x4_MElgzecQprLXkJ2TeH9xn8mzlgYyiOuEK_kSvYqGUv5QsI5KSbCD/s1600-h/2009_12_17-Haruko+Nishimura+Fremont+Park+under+Aurora+Bridge+161.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0HhrANtXWS47fpDkAEeiTbZ4OGxlbsrb70gbQSztW3kJckEXFGzgGw8iUvE3wLwuiXbFfq60o_hspnz1ZM2x9x4_MElgzecQprLXkJ2TeH9xn8mzlgYyiOuEK_kSvYqGUv5QsI5KSbCD/s400/2009_12_17-Haruko+Nishimura+Fremont+Park+under+Aurora+Bridge+161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429620891073528658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmN96jOkAoCRyRDuYNoq-aFbz5qLRy8sNUk_WkXLDO-CZaOeCnWFFSAK95cRdhT4cu-AhEHNboN5n_FTomJRXaMT62aaJLeezt_JDqBmB_BwhdLOXXfH8R8zJxiytZU5SjzuMR5wQM8UH/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_09-Haruka+Nishimura+Volunteer+Park+255.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmN96jOkAoCRyRDuYNoq-aFbz5qLRy8sNUk_WkXLDO-CZaOeCnWFFSAK95cRdhT4cu-AhEHNboN5n_FTomJRXaMT62aaJLeezt_JDqBmB_BwhdLOXXfH8R8zJxiytZU5SjzuMR5wQM8UH/s400/Copy+of+2009_12_09-Haruka+Nishimura+Volunteer+Park+255.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429619015474437010" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I have not kept up with the blog. I HAVE kept up with the training,on the rainy mornings I walked to the park on the 44th in Fremont and trained under the roof over the restrooms.I missed about 4days when it was raining SO HARD outside and I was under the weather.Improvisation with Joshua has been every other day,even though it has been every day for sometime... sometimes if we are tired, we only do it for even 5 minutes (! ) just to keep it going.....and now with an additional new improvising friend every week( once a week starting last week) with an artist named Christian Swenson, my joy has expanded to more possibilities to learn! He calls himself the HUMAN JAZZ and he is like an - ipod from space-rythm- man. ( did I spell rythm correct?I have a wrong feeling...) He is tall and like a tree and I am small like a beansprout so it must be entertaining to watch us go at it.We improvised until out of breath and laughing, last friday at where he teaches, the fine arts building of Seattle University. We also took turns with short solos and so we could observe each other, and eventually jump in. He teaches movement to actors and working with him and talking with him, he must be a warm and attentive, fun teacher. I also wanted to teach, teach and teach well, but had a complex for a long time until last two years..I have been teaching here and there over the last 5-6 years, but I realized a lot of things with sharing my learnings from my wonderful mentors recently.I always felt awkward, that I perform vocals, Butoh, physical theater and improvisation also, and could not come to terms with how to teach all of this in one workshop. But that eventually and organically took shape through my Butoh trainings and from my own explorations and also burrowing from other teachings.But more importantly, I learned things like, how to fascilitate the best I could to the learner/absorber /receiver to having them experience and discover on their own thru their 5 senses and observation, and by giving them space and enough time, to have them experiment with themselves and watch eachother.These are from my mentors like Shinichi-Iova -Koga and Minako Seki.Sometimes I found a lot of times my habits or difficulties more clearly by watching my students go through the excersizes I do my own, and re-discover where to work on.Or, sometimes the student is more experienced then I and give me a more perspective to how it could be more interesting, efficient or much easier communication for the tools to get there.Anyway, I have recently danced in the evenings ad had an interesting experience.In the evening, by the canal where all the Adobe business buildings are lit up inside, I could see everthing from below( where I was, the office building was surrounding on both sides , kind of like an ampu-theater), and also the quiet gliding boats on the water in front of me, and the shadowy dark figures of people constantly rushing by to get home for dinner.It feels like a veil, invisible and internal.It was kind of nice feeling.harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-85270394510150618382010-01-05T21:38:00.000-08:002010-01-05T23:15:17.370-08:00after 3days of Improv with Redshoes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdlRFYWH5qhc4G8qbmpEdPTTmE4VuVwYKMssJJsWECz9iOIjMLfkDflWlNE73gofR9n-H85Co9wi1kR-EkjAzmDIHfInzSx70h13eGYaond0IN4QLnjRtPN4_OLw6aCd333ayplGkavgiy/s1600-h/2009_12_21-Haruko+Nishimura+Fremont+Burke+Gilman+468.jpg"><img style="float:right; 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font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Today I had a late start, after a meeting with Robin Held, artistic director at Frye Art Museum at Cafe Presse, ( up in capitol hill,Seattle next to Stump Town)I danced in a sprinkly rainy space in front of St. Ignatius church again.Because of this certain time of day, there were MANY students out and about busying to go to classes. I must say, I had a perfect audience today, people truly curious and watching, stopping, wondering, double takes, some that seemed worried that I am ill (!) and a security truck driving by about three times :)The dance was inpired by the droplets of rain, and I noticed there was a woman with a backpack, a blond woman standing across the path, watching silently, for quite a long time.Is she a student? a faculty? I feel like I have maybe ( MAY-be , that is) seen her last time I was here with Rex taking pictures.Because she was there for what seemed like 20-25 minutes, I felt shy but glanced over and smiled sometimes and performed for her.She had a huge smile.Today I was practicing movements of shaking of the tanden ( the center , below the belly,) and then a sudden twist like a wet rag reminded me of when I was 3rd grade in school and had to wring the wet cold rag ( called Zhokin ) in the icy winter time, 7am in the morning at Narashino-shi Tsudanuma elementary school..... I also thought about a diffrent time, few years ago, one of my teacher, Minako Seki..when she was teaching me, she almost brought me to tears, " the center ! " " why do I not see your feet active and alive?!Send the impulse from the center through your feet through the floor! Again! again!! again! Thats not it! Again!It's physics!!!"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><div class="postContents" style="text-align: left; margin-left: 23px; ">I think I was receiving her voice while I trained today,...while many thoughts and voices were in my head, my breath getting uneasy, my body tired, I still felt grateful that the blond woman was standing, as if in the same REALM with me,like a diffrent sensory-time zone- and everyone else, passing us by.</div><div class="postContents" style="text-align: left; margin-left: 23px; ">Every day from last saturday, Joshua and I improvised together.He pulled out a cello ( even though he is a guitar player ) and started to make wonderful and crazy sounds out of it, as he often does with all the other instruments he touches :) Unlike the grueling process in creating a project through our group Degenerate Art Ensemble , for this daily thing, we decided to just improvise without any judgement and criticism, We instead promised to stay extremely aware, and IN THE MOMENT and also ENJOY, and EVEN in the moments when believing what we are doing is not working, feeling uninteresting and small, falling into our annoying habits or patterns, feeling nothing new is comming out of ourselves, we don't always just stop. One of my friend and a brilliant improviser Sten Rudstrom( Action theater teacher/performer) writes in his website: "...Precisely at THAT INSTANT comes a great opportunity: you can empty out at that instant, you can see your judgement as simply another element in the landscape of actions-you can find yourself in the moment." yes Sten... I hear you... but IT is hard... to be honest.. I do run into a wall quite a lot thses days..so I go thru it, around it,relax through it, wrap around it, go under it, over it, fight it,change pace..tempo, mood.. shifting....... I noticed it more quite deply this 3 days.. and then a tiny little break through....I must also use my voice, and I have not sung in two months.I FORCED IT OUT, hoping for redemption after 55minutes of sad-ASS -ness of flailing around!!</div><div class="postContents" style="text-align: left; margin-left: 23px; ">I am getting second wind about training again.Thankyou blog, thankyou Joshua! Thankyou St.Ignatius, Thankyou Robin Held of Frye Art Museum for breakfast, thankyou Minakosan, thankyou blond woman with big smiles, witnessing me silently...!</div></span></span></span></span></div>harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-14482229418387109532009-12-30T23:30:00.000-08:002009-12-31T01:17:39.768-08:00Redshoes WANTS TO DANCE from park to park to park.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyM9Tom-LWErGR8D1qA-wCry_cJXQsELi1yIj-AEXkBkysu2X85mfRNM5Ulbmn5WthafHsGrisTRuwECUS_shQ0czZXZMp2juhb_IE-uyKLpCXxl2zCoX9ckPzW3M1OcrVWci8uwsSbkw/s1600-h/2009_12_15-Fremont+Park+3rd+NW+%26+NW+45th+416.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyM9Tom-LWErGR8D1qA-wCry_cJXQsELi1yIj-AEXkBkysu2X85mfRNM5Ulbmn5WthafHsGrisTRuwECUS_shQ0czZXZMp2juhb_IE-uyKLpCXxl2zCoX9ckPzW3M1OcrVWci8uwsSbkw/s320/2009_12_15-Fremont+Park+3rd+NW+%26+NW+45th+416.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421300355852424386" /></a>This morning I went to the Occidental park.There were many people trafficking today because I came a little later than usual.I worked immediately with water-body- bag image with Jelly fishes floating around under my skin. I am following my jelly fishes, playing and busy in my condition including the face.Yes, its the weirdest excersize. They are tiny, these jelly fishes, moving agianst the walls of my skin, in the membraines of my face, of my chest... they can travel through down to my toes, through my knees, it pushes against my skin, and some times floats. The jelly fish is the only reason I am moving.This is one of the tool for Butoh, my friends Yuko Kaseki & Shinichi Koga taught long time ago in their workshop.The movements ends up quite small, and to keep it soft, is challenging. But also its not just about the body awareness, I also must use the space, the travelling..to be constantly seeing the surroundings. I can choose to be still...or constantly moving..diffrent speeds playing with my imagnation of diffrent sizes and quantity, the quality of the Jelly fishes movements... or I can stay to choose in one thing for a long time.. or I can surprize my self by adding more element of images on top. I also practiced the projection in space with all this.. This subtle and very concentrated movements always made me so cold that i had to go into the image -play of "Someone abruptly pulls my arm or grabs my hip and twists it un expectedly" game.It looks like you are a ragdoll being yanked around quite violently and uncontrollablly spasdic from the outside.One of the people who was watching me dance for a while started to speak.There was first one guy who started asking normal questions : " What are you doing? What IS THAT??" to, " Is that some form of MARTIAL ARTS?" and eventually introducing himself. This is, again while I am dancing.. so I POLITELY answered the questions, while still trying to maintain some what of a Jelly fish dance. Suddenly, there were two men, as I turned around, and he started to ask exact same questions (!) and then the other guy asks:" Do you know KARATE?" I answered, " no." and then he said " I DO." I said, " wow thats great." he said " I KNOW EVERYTHING". I opened my mouth that just hung open "......................" For a second or two, I suspected that there was a BAR across from where I was dancing.. oh yes, drinking...wow goodness this early...<div>he said " Hey CAN I HAVE YOUR NUMBER?" and then the other guy who looked like a side kick who generally said similar rantings made me snap and I said," I'M VERY SORRY BUT I ONLY HAVE 45MINUTES MORE I GET TO USE THIS SPACE, SO I NEED TO DANCE PLEASE"and continued on... where was I.. YES, then I worked with water splashing images which is from Noguchi Gymnastics.The Butoh artists I worked with, they always incorporated heavily on Michizo Noguchi's work. His tools was working with images to help our body to understand Gravity not in the left brain knowlege way only, but very unusually in the sensory and observing and physics and natural phenomenon such as how the water flows, or the fabric in the wind, or the way the body releases to the floor like a sensation of an elevatordropping to go to another floor, incorporating all of this in our body, working and listening to how we organize the muscles, the bones, etc.And all of that without using excess or unnessessary muscles- in other words, to be very efficient and also research what the body can move so beautifully. I worked on the images like this over and over until I got delerious.I also started on the contacts of diffrent parts of the feet.This gets you moving constantly and imediately warm.</div><div>There was a new musician setting up for the free live music open mic in the public square, and I took a break to listen. It was ........ X-MAS smoothie jazz music cocktail.. as I tried to leave, a bartender from across the square came out with apron on, and asked me if I was hungry, and wanted HOT SOUP. I said " sure! thankyou so much"and looked up at him with NIAGARA FALL watering red nose and frozen hands. I followed him in the bar and he and his friend was nice, they said they went bar hopping the night before and was not feeling very well this morning. After few converstaions about dance and where I dance etc., he wrote his number and contact down and yells at me, " CALL ME, ok? " " ???????? " I said " why?" and I left the bar and tossed the number in the garbage can. I must say, the Occidental park has many adventures, some like this one, but they dp see you, pay attention to you in different ways..even the tourists.. where in the suburb parks, I noticed that some would try VERY HARD to not to notice you.I noticed that. After this session, I changed location and went to train at the Fremont Canal park, directly under the Aurora bridge.I Worked on isolation points.I kept moving my location to where the sun light would hit.I noticed there was a person high above on the mast of the yacht far away on the water.I also saw some people watching me train from some kind of tower building close by, through the blinds, I can see their sillouette.Some friendly joggers smiled while I was training.Many not. Many mother with baby stroller walked by, I can see peripherally. hmm.. this training movements in particular are such subtle and tedious and long that Rex would definitely get bored trying to photograph this! I thought this, and then I took a break.I hope I dont run out of his photos to blog soon! yaay I made it through today, thankyou.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-89524657109224487352009-12-29T21:20:00.000-08:002009-12-29T21:51:56.850-08:00Kids and Dads and Moms and I at Kerry Park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDWbux4fYRrE2QZDD2FECjnYdiJsnFvjCbI0C7eA2t7VzP31YVEvfiuGeEvxl4wNMw8X0hjHHLoUF0jATZyoEhXZKxRm_ZJTc33FG1qkFN2GHZsK0Mb3zuhd4yntYCNIOvfiSmoS2ZuM-/s1600-h/2009_12_15-Fremont+Park+3rd+NW+%26+NW+45th+322.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDWbux4fYRrE2QZDD2FECjnYdiJsnFvjCbI0C7eA2t7VzP31YVEvfiuGeEvxl4wNMw8X0hjHHLoUF0jATZyoEhXZKxRm_ZJTc33FG1qkFN2GHZsK0Mb3zuhd4yntYCNIOvfiSmoS2ZuM-/s320/2009_12_15-Fremont+Park+3rd+NW+%26+NW+45th+322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420895185219669202" border="0" /></a>I was supposed to take 3 buses to get to this park but instead I walked a WHOLE LOT and some hills to get to this wonderful City View park on Queen Anne hill. The Photo however on this blog is not the same park photo.It was another frosty adventure with my hands getting stiff but I felt comforted by the childrens laughter and roars and Mothers and Fathers were all out too.Is this the time of year, they are ALL OUT THERE?TOGETHER? It was strange and lovely sight becuase you dont see them all there so frequented. (! )<br />I heard all the kids conversations as I danced, I must have put myself in the perfect audio-acoustic space in the whole park where it was STEREO.I gently absorbed in their conversations and calling outs to each other as I moved.They said some mean things to each other.And very cute things too.One of the DAd was getting very excited with his Boy kids playing the basket ball shoots and forgot about the tiny little girl.She was saying things that when a person feel betrayed.Today I felt slightly worn out and for some reason,self-conscious when a little child was staring... So much that I started to make my dance PG and PG-13 and not so scary or freaky as normal people say when they see Butoh... at some point I even pretended to be practicing chi-gong and actually REALLY started to practice CHi-gong, and I had to SNAP MY SELF OUT.It was a strange day.. I feel the frozen stiff back muscles, and my right knee getting to me a little bit.People above the park was snapping a lot of photos of the view and I can even hear their conversations Stereo.I had fun once I started to get in the element :) The day was also nice because the sun was out.I am looking forward to the NEw YEars.. and I want to get back to my Aikido classes in Janurary that I started with the combination of my trainings in the mornings.. There are so much I would like to do..!!! Thankyou for today. Hiyaaaaaaaah! ( invisible kick in the cold crisp air )harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-83715802572911073592009-12-28T13:09:00.000-08:002009-12-28T15:42:06.402-08:00December 23rd until now which is the 28th<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Imd9U3wt4cFY8PQUubXuBE7RtVXVzwuw-yn7gLBYbbsuh5_bTNc4hoVM8NvKOeJpOp-G8R7yc2GtkQkxge8-e0UBXJzxLnvIE-QyQk_WsjruByesVD5knJQx2IzXTGe4dRWvMe_Mj3Lb/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_21-Haruko+Nishimura+Fremont+Burke+Gilman+448.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Imd9U3wt4cFY8PQUubXuBE7RtVXVzwuw-yn7gLBYbbsuh5_bTNc4hoVM8NvKOeJpOp-G8R7yc2GtkQkxge8-e0UBXJzxLnvIE-QyQk_WsjruByesVD5knJQx2IzXTGe4dRWvMe_Mj3Lb/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_21-Haruko+Nishimura+Fremont+Burke+Gilman+448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420407557244136578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gmYSVAFKhljhHakSFM83QMB92pkkDtf3wi8AsaKG14d5UMKl8KGKFykNw0mhLIuP0qgxnYeFYDoSgNpIDrNF9lZgdFGPMx0HZR0B8l1rBkIGeoopWf9t4AJR_EIlWPWJv5s815c_Deri/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_21-Haruko+Nishimura+Fremont+Burke+Gilman+328a+%281%29b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gmYSVAFKhljhHakSFM83QMB92pkkDtf3wi8AsaKG14d5UMKl8KGKFykNw0mhLIuP0qgxnYeFYDoSgNpIDrNF9lZgdFGPMx0HZR0B8l1rBkIGeoopWf9t4AJR_EIlWPWJv5s815c_Deri/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_21-Haruko+Nishimura+Fremont+Burke+Gilman+328a+%281%29b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420402945229273154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkmQv2NDQCIWts4_X9oq53h2l6Jvaw55SOLUCANX6DgzBY7VM10ONhM-Ne3aeOqVNDoqL4BVksF5oSeQGbX9JfCmPHbJu0FJPr-D8AnWkHHu4QLJiKqUC-4kj_Me_tJ_tc3aZDD0ech14j/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_21-Haruko+Nishimura+Fremont+Burke+Gilman+328.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkmQv2NDQCIWts4_X9oq53h2l6Jvaw55SOLUCANX6DgzBY7VM10ONhM-Ne3aeOqVNDoqL4BVksF5oSeQGbX9JfCmPHbJu0FJPr-D8AnWkHHu4QLJiKqUC-4kj_Me_tJ_tc3aZDD0ech14j/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_21-Haruko+Nishimura+Fremont+Burke+Gilman+328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420398353613287490" border="0" /></a><br />I just came back from the training in Fremont Canal park.The sun is so warm and soft but my hands got numb and stiff.Goodness, to keep up with a blog is very challenging.One of my hero and neurologist Kenichiro Mogi does this every morning the minute he wakes up in the morning,he plugs the chord from his personal computer and start writing his "Qualia Journal"right at his bedside!He writes about his things from previous day in the next morning.He writes down the things he had experienced, the people he met, and many ideas that crossed his mind from the day before.He claims that while you are asleep, the brain processes unconsciously and organizes it that by the time you wakeup in the morning, your experiences feel much more ripened when you woke up in the morning. (!) I like the fact that he writes his blog as a "experience" output as putting preserving purpose and clear "meaning "to what he had done, a tangible data. Today, I worked with pREcariOUs bALaNce, and stretching the body parts as far out as possible.precaious balance very very difficult. It is quite irritating and interesting to see how the body wants to protect so instantly to not freely fall to the edge.Over and over, the body will try to organize immediately a pattern or habit for the easier, safer way... I remember practicing in a riverwater back in August, and it was the practice of upper body being the edge of balance and the lower body is stabilized walking in the water up till the hip.it felt impossible becuase as soon as I fall, the lower body has no weight , grasp or stabilization becuase of the moving water, and when I fell, I REALLY FELL, my legs up in the air,splashing and swallowing tons of water, over and over again. In that way, I felt that was more sincere to the body's experience of being Off- balance..<br />The STRETCHING THE BODY in torture style- to the maximum limit ( it ended up that way...its hard to breathe, maintaining the balance, and the face starts grimacing unless you start smiling insanely, and then the endorphins KICK In!! and you can go much much more further.. and even beyond.. its a fight with the lazy and easy-going mind that wants to give in and say " nice! ok, thats enough " I wanted to go beyond this person, Haruko with ego....judging or whining or doubting or getting bored in the head!<br />OK! going back in time the 23rd I went to the Occidental park again to dance.The theme for me that training was "hanging body " and the "haramu" body, the body that can pregnate images, again from the tanden.This time something airy, smoky, or fog, soft movements utilizing the connections from the earth and loosening of the imaginary strings on the head and the limbs.It felt the time slow down so much that I noticed the details of the environment.Sometimes I must be aware that so I do not slipp into the inner sensation too only that it becomes the "oogi-yummi- man" which becomes completely unaware of the surroundings, and where you are in the condition of the image you assigned for your body, and just" I feel good dance", its a lonely, seem like a private thing to watch from the outside.... That day, I went across the street to the Elliot Bay Book store and researched through some black and white photograph books and to my surprize, I found one of the rarest book,Eikoh Hosoe's photography book of Hijikata,"KAMAITCHI" . Its strange I was looking for it for years, and then forgotten, and then lost interest, and then desired it again recently, and here it was, buried in the photography section, seemingly forgottened,I was shocked and excited that I immediately had the book on hold.. strange that when your mind is on a one track focus, you can find even the seemingly impossible things right away.....!! This day, the musician was a bit pushy while I was focused on my training and was talking to me, that I snapped finally, and I surprized myself.I have been experiencing some homeless people commenting, murmuring, watching, and cussing even,yelling, and encouraging me too, which I enjoy.. but this person was NOT interested in my dance....<br />The next training day was the 25th!!! at the 3rd Ave NW park , across the street from OH NO MR BILLS park. The X-mas day..! There were many people out in the park, playing ball games and frisbee. I felt very very very cold for doing too subtle movements so I thrashed around!Jumped and hopeed around and it was surprizingly a difficult to focus day....! Rex has not been with me for the photps the last couple of sessions, and I miss him. He got too busy from his work, and we spoke of maybe working together in a skating rink next year, through his nephew's hanging ground.I feel grateful for the sun..! my health,my friends, Rex, the people who commented on the facebooks, and my health, my supportive husband Joshua!!! I will keep going and going to my December challenge..! Love, hARuKOharukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-36178483556947381342009-12-22T22:19:00.000-08:002009-12-22T23:12:54.761-08:00December 22nd Accidental/ Occidental park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTBAfzLsPV1VsMgAG7IO6tIfCWI_s9ZAwaJ2w7QsKpBnArV5prhi43c0gVvd8sKt4CqmF3NNFbkHrpu7jZscSbGxJ2DXO1cuxsznh2QGsIiMKUKZFFRRnVpUQylt5YIyVwLYSFQPaImBa/s1600-h/zig+zag+Dec+5th++1st+training.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTBAfzLsPV1VsMgAG7IO6tIfCWI_s9ZAwaJ2w7QsKpBnArV5prhi43c0gVvd8sKt4CqmF3NNFbkHrpu7jZscSbGxJ2DXO1cuxsznh2QGsIiMKUKZFFRRnVpUQylt5YIyVwLYSFQPaImBa/s320/zig+zag+Dec+5th++1st+training.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418315031669878578" border="0" /></a>This morning I went to the Occidental Park in Pioneer Square to train. Another cold winter day, I was oblivious to how close we are all to CHRISTMAS.I was reading the insane book of Kazuo Ohno's training words on the bus... one of the the Butoh dance originators..I know most people are big fan of him rather than the grizzly and perversive repulsive Hijikata. Ohno is seemed to be more considered the "light" if Hijikata is "darkness" and I have always very much felt intuitively and instinctively ( or chemically?) connected with Hijikata in the creative aspect each time I read about him, or seen him in the videos.I remember stepping into Kazuo Ohno's studio in Japan... the students from all over the world was there...some of them tears streaming down there eyes as they watched him speak and dance. He is so beautiful.He is too beautiful for me.But I opened his book again, and read: " Try dancing until your joints might come off.Otherwise, there is no possibilities in your dance.With your whole body, dance like that always." and I got excited :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJQER4-ZlhfCFxH8rarZAsd6xFfEIyK2fNL1dgJM50F4licgiWsLTzA3XBM_S3_rmADT4yYrpc6qkIkLKpKS5_TEk-kIwmxX65e7foh-A55hAhHLByVjkCVS241NzqCoRbBASI5lQEQ7T/s1600-h/under+the+bridge+aurora.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJQER4-ZlhfCFxH8rarZAsd6xFfEIyK2fNL1dgJM50F4licgiWsLTzA3XBM_S3_rmADT4yYrpc6qkIkLKpKS5_TEk-kIwmxX65e7foh-A55hAhHLByVjkCVS241NzqCoRbBASI5lQEQ7T/s320/under+the+bridge+aurora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418314637578151282" border="0" /></a>This here picture, is Rex Hohlbein's picture, he has been comming to the 5days a week training session in the morning with me for a while, and took these magical pictures!<br />Today, I met a musician (!) who asked me to dance while he played at noon, so I came to see what kind of music he was playing at the Occidental park, and realized it was some very SERIOUS STRUMMING..including songs as.." she is a wild thing..." Strum, strum, jyanga jyang, jyang,..!!!! its very hard to explain...its a kind of cheesy , very literal awkward thing to dance as a perforamance to... ETC.ETC. I am usually too engrained to be polite, and I was planning to sneak off,until he put me ON THE SPOT with a loud amplified MICROPHONE pointing at me, " SO, ARE YOU GOING TO DANCE?" so..i try to scuttle like an artsy bug or a cockroach, or tried to point like a mime to show" my back.. is ..yes, ah..hurting..so," but he coninued on enthusaitically" How about some HOLIDAY SONGS?!" so I picked myself up and danced to one of his songs...! "HOW ABOUT ANOTHER ONE?!!!" and thats when I did scuttle off backwards with a smile.......harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-79044850841962649452009-12-21T16:35:00.000-08:002009-12-21T23:38:29.661-08:00redshoes and suicide December 21st<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrSjQyT3_sbzDpdLaw4hFCxNe82kgAqzd9MTS4wYjoLEVPP6X1gmhjs8gFPeswyIvSgskB_d6cs8evpuLElHXqeuaAdk-3huatGTGlNYgpq8zNCxarnC1DFAo9Z4iYa7pVC_O2YsVnC24/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_15-Fremont+Park+3rd+NW+%26+NW+45th+186.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrSjQyT3_sbzDpdLaw4hFCxNe82kgAqzd9MTS4wYjoLEVPP6X1gmhjs8gFPeswyIvSgskB_d6cs8evpuLElHXqeuaAdk-3huatGTGlNYgpq8zNCxarnC1DFAo9Z4iYa7pVC_O2YsVnC24/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_15-Fremont+Park+3rd+NW+%26+NW+45th+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417859095534979842" border="0" /></a>This day, someone jumped off the Aurora Bridge..as I was rushing to the nearby canal park to train...the police cars were blocking the roads and told me what has just happened..I danced and looking up at the gigantic bridge, the exploration dance of half-becomming and half-being, my head was affected by some darkness and ominous feelings.... The fully committed dance got lost in its internal head journey.So I let myself receiving quietly inside whatever was comming through me.This was some moments where I truly wished that the magical powers of the redshoes like in the Hans Christian Andersen story to take over, as if possessed, and just madly dance.So I also went for it.I kept feeling the coldness, the chill, everytime I slowed down...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBh-Qs53ly0hCXH0MXH7uAIIwBq2rcv4snrRICU0smyCm3dV4v6g4nFWTZS-Y9V83BUbdOdeVl-kwiPr9s9PGwCfXs3YaOEBnGtbtZQPR20vllkMbNQdaCUjxm_TADksqHZzX_oJwEKcJ/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_10-Haruka+Nishimura+St.+Ignatius+Chapel+292.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBh-Qs53ly0hCXH0MXH7uAIIwBq2rcv4snrRICU0smyCm3dV4v6g4nFWTZS-Y9V83BUbdOdeVl-kwiPr9s9PGwCfXs3YaOEBnGtbtZQPR20vllkMbNQdaCUjxm_TADksqHZzX_oJwEKcJ/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_10-Haruka+Nishimura+St.+Ignatius+Chapel+292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417854516025915778" border="0" /></a> So..the dance trainings in the parks were all taken photos by Rex Hohlbein, the one on the left is at the St.Ignatius in the cold day when the pond was completely frozen ( ICe skate-able! ) and the one below here is the 3rd Avenue NW and Leary Way park, again, in the drizzly rain.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fzviOjvmeof17lKrzc5bLJzWAWLwv2vXhQ1iHsJX1o7B0Hu4H_pNS6Dku0-urleTAzG3v6MyGJWj8iYw52DVBmcDOIuTaa9C8OnOFrUmgWMT-QGPTdkxY6uWI-rITJBdbuTzEe9dE4oT/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_15-Fremont+Park+3rd+NW+%26+NW+45th+148.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fzviOjvmeof17lKrzc5bLJzWAWLwv2vXhQ1iHsJX1o7B0Hu4H_pNS6Dku0-urleTAzG3v6MyGJWj8iYw52DVBmcDOIuTaa9C8OnOFrUmgWMT-QGPTdkxY6uWI-rITJBdbuTzEe9dE4oT/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_15-Fremont+Park+3rd+NW+%26+NW+45th+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417854219338419874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3sKpzJylvP-hoIKiC9k2Ay8Z79wePVLNYF6P2FlnwngWkWO8hzOcqigxCPARveVCl8RfintVm8WT2efdKU2EceukRb8FEb8Rim3HGQoaKUEn7bgiQsFEvRLy-r6cMPzDvBE_ZK1gLHLo/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_10-Haruka+Nishimura+St.+Ignatius+Chapel+278.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3sKpzJylvP-hoIKiC9k2Ay8Z79wePVLNYF6P2FlnwngWkWO8hzOcqigxCPARveVCl8RfintVm8WT2efdKU2EceukRb8FEb8Rim3HGQoaKUEn7bgiQsFEvRLy-r6cMPzDvBE_ZK1gLHLo/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_10-Haruka+Nishimura+St.+Ignatius+Chapel+278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417853117290775794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fzviOjvmeof17lKrzc5bLJzWAWLwv2vXhQ1iHsJX1o7B0Hu4H_pNS6Dku0-urleTAzG3v6MyGJWj8iYw52DVBmcDOIuTaa9C8OnOFrUmgWMT-QGPTdkxY6uWI-rITJBdbuTzEe9dE4oT/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_15-Fremont+Park+3rd+NW+%26+NW+45th+148.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHGP3Mt4wMCpsrjPE7Joheu3C2DbEn6TvMk5A1AWVZkVKBRev1FT0UtoptZuy8rx_1596aZ7WQmH3XGzWYcQX5I3fBfh4aJ7jFmRuoq4gCtXKZQgIqCi4Qxq0zHSaSp-oELykaMvOisfc/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_10-Haruka+Nishimura+St.+Ignatius+Chapel+218.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHGP3Mt4wMCpsrjPE7Joheu3C2DbEn6TvMk5A1AWVZkVKBRev1FT0UtoptZuy8rx_1596aZ7WQmH3XGzWYcQX5I3fBfh4aJ7jFmRuoq4gCtXKZQgIqCi4Qxq0zHSaSp-oELykaMvOisfc/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_10-Haruka+Nishimura+St.+Ignatius+Chapel+218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417853925118021778" border="0" /></a>the color one is at the Olympic Sculpture Park, and these sculptures remind me of tall tall industrial ships, exactly like the ones from this cartoon film, "triplets of Bellville"......<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Ne-lw5A-2UtzgdBdNWkYwg_gdddS_2YGEqfHfd42kJo2x1QSPmHyk81aj9jqARe7vZGtMSz2JHbDqUhfmClSjX8lYtCgn1FCgSWqVkbj1REB_UDtp5Cn12yG-2Ohf-cEEHqSaHjIY67X/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_14-Olympic+Sculpture+Park+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Ne-lw5A-2UtzgdBdNWkYwg_gdddS_2YGEqfHfd42kJo2x1QSPmHyk81aj9jqARe7vZGtMSz2JHbDqUhfmClSjX8lYtCgn1FCgSWqVkbj1REB_UDtp5Cn12yG-2Ohf-cEEHqSaHjIY67X/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_14-Olympic+Sculpture+Park+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417853746265226626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79YuQAlEIafeBAchYapDV3NTGDCYeAfShJcIqIq4-Z-qTSqOWBdZC7cNSmR5TqZSOqVPoGC6loTQ1B4obz9mHNiUU8vav7IV3Vhb8U7leOrVUD3G7s1z9KnSWFBCFE35zAjyd5k6oZkX8/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_09-Haruka+Nishimura+Volunteer+Park+153.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79YuQAlEIafeBAchYapDV3NTGDCYeAfShJcIqIq4-Z-qTSqOWBdZC7cNSmR5TqZSOqVPoGC6loTQ1B4obz9mHNiUU8vav7IV3Vhb8U7leOrVUD3G7s1z9KnSWFBCFE35zAjyd5k6oZkX8/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_09-Haruka+Nishimura+Volunteer+Park+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417853575844272418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXghiv36Zv3Klxb37oZGo6jawOw-8o-01Ih_TYiXOsdXqkd5uL5hG7ephVe6Twpv13xPjsDfjJ4dAn6Igi__ynuE5q0oSYRgdo9gWHzb2K1UgUnDGNeaHXJQ0opIkmpQqKkLIyYcvpJtY/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_14-Olympic+Sculpture+Park+086.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXghiv36Zv3Klxb37oZGo6jawOw-8o-01Ih_TYiXOsdXqkd5uL5hG7ephVe6Twpv13xPjsDfjJ4dAn6Igi__ynuE5q0oSYRgdo9gWHzb2K1UgUnDGNeaHXJQ0opIkmpQqKkLIyYcvpJtY/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_14-Olympic+Sculpture+Park+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417853448187185330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwgiZT9wWWXupvvwuxf4pgu0y8F_Qwomc1WfpbqNnxPmklbI74O0uKqPCgxIJKg9sVXuFsVmIkjLHMlAVmTPovXb7TMYjCfi_PQ_8A7iGiSzIoS9HVTUT2ZzrljF8IfIYXTXpwoeQRepOV/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_14-Olympic+Sculpture+Park+073.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwgiZT9wWWXupvvwuxf4pgu0y8F_Qwomc1WfpbqNnxPmklbI74O0uKqPCgxIJKg9sVXuFsVmIkjLHMlAVmTPovXb7TMYjCfi_PQ_8A7iGiSzIoS9HVTUT2ZzrljF8IfIYXTXpwoeQRepOV/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_14-Olympic+Sculpture+Park+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417853257463523234" border="0" /></a>The photo if me looking like a creepy irritated child-adult-man is the one I am leaning on the NOguchi sculpture at the Volunteer park on the right!<br /><br />The one that I look like I am laughing and lying down on an organic rock, that is the pond completely frozen in front of the St.Ignatius church. It was a sunny and painfully cold morning.But I remember being very encouraged and in awe of the extremely enthusiatic and rawdy construction workers near by the Resevoir park up near Pine st on Capitol hill.While I was dancing, they were singing, joking, hollering, laughing, and I remember how cold that morning was too... and then ofcourse the crows... they are everywhere... also seagulls near the canal.. I have been receiving so many inspirations from these trainings outdoors.Sonically, spiritually, emotionally, spatially, and projection :)harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-33148652911385512022009-12-21T15:39:00.000-08:002009-12-21T16:32:07.330-08:00december 18-teaching day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvn0In9VvGtGzqMhQmJudOqFUdD6WMKMPpKPnfKEZSqa53ppwKRAw3VxAT7-mjbwQGQV-O1k82dwYJPiImsYR6SVGIiUID8isdi8auDMP0WaQIU9uLPVnQEre1p0A5T4Sd8BNPlfp521b/s1600-h/2009_12_18-Haruko+Nishimura+Dance+Class+329.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvn0In9VvGtGzqMhQmJudOqFUdD6WMKMPpKPnfKEZSqa53ppwKRAw3VxAT7-mjbwQGQV-O1k82dwYJPiImsYR6SVGIiUID8isdi8auDMP0WaQIU9uLPVnQEre1p0A5T4Sd8BNPlfp521b/s320/2009_12_18-Haruko+Nishimura+Dance+Class+329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417847739389167698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6WegNSkPZDOkaBfhBjEynhFzDYhGy-RD-umF3ILgnDJpXm8zOzoL-EoYzhpv1koAPcTni8W8_ilXDziWXfjd_O_eViSkWd-VHOc93FSOWVn3u41WCf_o15Wongyf1SIIUFkHYrkkEgLMV/s1600-h/2009_12_18-Haruko+Nishimura+Dance+Class+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6WegNSkPZDOkaBfhBjEynhFzDYhGy-RD-umF3ILgnDJpXm8zOzoL-EoYzhpv1koAPcTni8W8_ilXDziWXfjd_O_eViSkWd-VHOc93FSOWVn3u41WCf_o15Wongyf1SIIUFkHYrkkEgLMV/s320/2009_12_18-Haruko+Nishimura+Dance+Class+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417847505145704418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxv5FwiLFXmmwH_Q04T_ThtXG2Pnuyii4bvDtR0_fFV442Om2IWDTQ8ZlGA74QWjgaT_-cMUgCRw97PbmBiomra6uap2I7vdp6mfvwevABcj3OJMbLdmshBU1Xu6hNf35qOjaJ3V8JAuQ/s1600-h/2009_12_18-Haruko+Nishimura+Dance+Class+322.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxv5FwiLFXmmwH_Q04T_ThtXG2Pnuyii4bvDtR0_fFV442Om2IWDTQ8ZlGA74QWjgaT_-cMUgCRw97PbmBiomra6uap2I7vdp6mfvwevABcj3OJMbLdmshBU1Xu6hNf35qOjaJ3V8JAuQ/s320/2009_12_18-Haruko+Nishimura+Dance+Class+322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417847205729074674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1YeD4mF7-n8sLQbQD1gdr2aPkt8_jUB3fzE2MIi0cvraFLudrYofiEumRrOz3Dt-N1tnAalS-DcnevrhTu08_cUH1kzPsYjtC1V7SljH_6grZL2u4JV9f6_eIA3xrd4mt8JqCvIFXe3P/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_18-Haruko+Nishimura+Dance+Class+135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1YeD4mF7-n8sLQbQD1gdr2aPkt8_jUB3fzE2MIi0cvraFLudrYofiEumRrOz3Dt-N1tnAalS-DcnevrhTu08_cUH1kzPsYjtC1V7SljH_6grZL2u4JV9f6_eIA3xrd4mt8JqCvIFXe3P/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_18-Haruko+Nishimura+Dance+Class+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417840468144381714" border="0" /></a>The morning of December 18th was the only day I trained indoors, and just focused on slow movements with breathing and finding diffrent "states " of mind and listening to body.I also practicied to be in the body that is impregnated with many possibilities of images initiated from the tanden, or what you call from the center.I was also trying to find materials to able to give students tools to explore in many diffrent ways, a prepartion for the 4 hour class that evening. The day was wet and drizzly, but I felt strongly to wanted to move with the students in the dark outdoors environment, in the night, in the drizzly and mirky rain.And also very much in silence when we would be outdoors that night.So I walked around the two parks near the Prefontaine street before class (near Pioneer Square Tashiro Kaplan building, where my workshop through DAIPAN was going to be from 5pm ) one is the Occidental park, and two, a grassy park on corner of 3rd Avenue and Yesler way.... The Occidental was where I practiced training before, but this time, becuase it was early evening hours, the information box was closed, and upon asking the two older gentlemen that was sitting right next to the booth box told me to go talk to the Chief.I went to go talk to the chief man and he said, "ofcourse its Ok after hours" I felt happy and went my way to the class.<br /> For this class,it turned out that I ended up teaching about 20 % of what I prepared for today, we ended up going to the park not on the Occidental, but on the one in Yesler... and I also learned something from one of my students that day, she has Cerebral palsy and she was in a wheel chair, I learned<br />a little bit about her, her focus and will power, and what she wants to try, and what she is determined to do.I also learned a little bit about the disease.We danced together, we also all danced with each other.The Sweat made me feel happy.Great thanks to Sheri Brown for always organizing the workshop, and Rex for taking these pictures for documentation.harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-21597529506781392942009-12-17T21:25:00.000-08:002009-12-17T22:53:02.771-08:00adventures with cold mornings and Rex<div style="text-align: left;">This is the December of 17th, thursday and Rex clicked away all these photographs, its been my tenth session so far.Today we were under the incredible view of the aurora village that is over the lake Union, and it was one of the warmer winter mornings! This here, the picture of the toilet paper in my nose dancing, was one of the painfullest coldest mornings shot by the Fremont canal in bewteen the Adobe office buildings. Rex has used his architectural eye and also playfulness ( he is an architect! ) and continued clicking even when his hands were numb with cold, and my nose wouldnt stop running and running and so I danced with it for a while. I cannot seem to put the pictures elegantly ( Sorry Rex..! ) on this blog without the ugly white spaces...I think I will get the hang of it gradually... so the photo continues below!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xkmFM4lOJ-Oi20yB9-PJ92Cg66YXXRrNk1fPd3TM87Dw9HLyoKPUw11LnqUEvlrGNHfw-tMoZh84_kuvnTkMza88aafsn-y75wRYeUZHuIv_pSEqg3AnM7prV4C17zlE7vfMqRlDiPSa/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_08-Haruka+Nishimura+Burke+Gilman+337.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xkmFM4lOJ-Oi20yB9-PJ92Cg66YXXRrNk1fPd3TM87Dw9HLyoKPUw11LnqUEvlrGNHfw-tMoZh84_kuvnTkMza88aafsn-y75wRYeUZHuIv_pSEqg3AnM7prV4C17zlE7vfMqRlDiPSa/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_08-Haruka+Nishimura+Burke+Gilman+337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416443912873791490" border="0" /></a>I have so far danced at the Downtown Olympic Sculptural park, in front of the beautiful St. Ignatius church in the Seattle University campus, the Lincoln Reservoir park next to the Velocity Dance Center,In front of the Asian Art Museum, and Occidental Park in Pioneer Square among other places... If anyone out there have more ideas, I would LOVE to get suggestions. For Rex, it would be great if the places have interesting light and design-space possibilities too.I am learning from him about all these things, the design and architechtural perspectives, the lights, shadows, shapes in the black and white photographs. I am very honored!!! The day he could not come was the Occidental park one, which day was it... yes, the 16th...! It was such pouring rain, I splashed from puddle to puddle, my eye makeup was running into my eye and could not see very well. But the sound of the drumming rain, and numbness of cold let me slipped into a state of very clear, pin-drop awareness and I wasin a place my tramatic self was silenced.It was a brief moment but how LOVELY it was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /> I had another joyful moment today when I was under the aurora bridge dancing, and my body memories from my movement brought feelings of pain/suffreing and a sense of release and somethinglike acceptance at the same time,again, a brief moments of this journey rushed by.<br />Thankyou Rex, for today, and thankyou friends, for some comments already! yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvffJ7g3i8V59a-YE7zWcEXoAcWQSUeDfZSbBpfE4HvrKzx6q6VepRwiwo9ClO7z9aX2CEEccc7R0fDduRM9RzJv-Es0m8ZLR8dg3l5MlZPKzYKjiwCsxqEN6REpWK5xbtGdpnzB3ySjiT/s1600-h/download.htm"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvffJ7g3i8V59a-YE7zWcEXoAcWQSUeDfZSbBpfE4HvrKzx6q6VepRwiwo9ClO7z9aX2CEEccc7R0fDduRM9RzJv-Es0m8ZLR8dg3l5MlZPKzYKjiwCsxqEN6REpWK5xbtGdpnzB3ySjiT/s320/download.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416450076488727074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>harukohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17490687559820579149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135978131756053305.post-74298016508687033532009-12-16T22:34:00.000-08:002009-12-17T08:18:17.391-08:00My first blog entry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZOGStVHzT_K_VExKmerlh2X59kVk7Z_TBLrw-UTdolin7IKQhiyHzzTeami-8pH-qjB6BW2R6oTRsMClhC-UQWhXxFbGoMNPjcueoEUrllmLvAE8OppnIueeURB_Boo3_syoC24ykDq3/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_15-Fremont+Park+3rd+NW+%26+NW+45th+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZOGStVHzT_K_VExKmerlh2X59kVk7Z_TBLrw-UTdolin7IKQhiyHzzTeami-8pH-qjB6BW2R6oTRsMClhC-UQWhXxFbGoMNPjcueoEUrllmLvAE8OppnIueeURB_Boo3_syoC24ykDq3/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_15-Fremont+Park+3rd+NW+%26+NW+45th+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416090837105653426" border="0" /></a><br />This is my first time starting to blogging about what I do daily, and this winter I decided to start again on a Train-in-the park routine for my Butoh dance practice. I usually practice in a studio, but I ALSO USUALLY PRACTICE IN THE BEAUTIFUL OUTDOORS when I am broke after a big show...and etc. One day I was outside at the Fremont Canal, I met this crazy( sorry, I mean, wonderful )photographer Rex Hohlbein ( which is around December 5th ) while I was training wildly, and I think he seemd to snucked up to me or as if leaped out of no where and clicked some photos with a camera stuck to his face.<br />He told me later he has thought I was having a seizure or some kind of physical trouble and got worried and came over.But it made me laugh to hear that he brought his CAMERA. That was day one, and he said he would follow me to each morning of my training, and although I appreciated , I was skeptical since I had some funny people express wonderful passionate things like that to sound hardcore, but they never showed up for the deed but<br />to an amazing surprize, he came the next training... !!!<br />Monday<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCdUvwu6a1Kw4DoDLkMKYwwyCUiOGrkmiVhF-UJica9VzA-981onNgI2laM8QzIG25-M0ZKU4TIlOQSpUvtcMsxTgHSmexXvqoFjWJR9guPuSkypvnAEupbqQMW-v-qzXtTUrJ8feQQom/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_07-Haruko+Nishimura+Lincoln+Reservoir+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCdUvwu6a1Kw4DoDLkMKYwwyCUiOGrkmiVhF-UJica9VzA-981onNgI2laM8QzIG25-M0ZKU4TIlOQSpUvtcMsxTgHSmexXvqoFjWJR9guPuSkypvnAEupbqQMW-v-qzXtTUrJ8feQQom/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_07-Haruko+Nishimura+Lincoln+Reservoir+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416095823525430098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This was on Capitol Hill at Lincoln Reservoir park<br />FREEEZING COLD,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and then ...Tuesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4dqwLlEEkU0F8MXvimqQirbJa9-UTV-_UKBGzb537_OWDVXRi0VH7Ek-XLmtzT9xIDCv0VrLLPSinYXsdutRrwpyw9atX_mlLsUUxJ8Mq-ULZdgpOrrdXSrm967UdVSbuC_nSWKZFPOYV/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_08-Haruka+Nishimura+Burke+Gilman+453.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4dqwLlEEkU0F8MXvimqQirbJa9-UTV-_UKBGzb537_OWDVXRi0VH7Ek-XLmtzT9xIDCv0VrLLPSinYXsdutRrwpyw9atX_mlLsUUxJ8Mq-ULZdgpOrrdXSrm967UdVSbuC_nSWKZFPOYV/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_08-Haruka+Nishimura+Burke+Gilman+453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416096544686519858" border="0" /></a><br />COLD but SUNNY<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />wednesday.... cold FReezing and freezer-sculpture of Noguchi I am leaning on here..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCx4wbRBWw_-WW5iPnVbRCOzKXgfUbgdRmaQMhyphenhyphenm1xkTH8cMsK1WBe9Y-KayfolmT9T3u-JDRT6AtQ7vVFjuRBbjsFyR0ErMUGrWxn3TNcia4UsQmBqg79H2Ai9CqgfiEu1lkIO7qGqfsg/s1600-h/Copy+of+2009_12_09-Haruka+Nishimura+Volunteer+Park+161.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCx4wbRBWw_-WW5iPnVbRCOzKXgfUbgdRmaQMhyphenhyphenm1xkTH8cMsK1WBe9Y-KayfolmT9T3u-JDRT6AtQ7vVFjuRBbjsFyR0ErMUGrWxn3TNcia4UsQmBqg79H2Ai9CqgfiEu1lkIO7qGqfsg/s320/Copy+of+2009_12_09-Haruka+Nishimura+Volunteer+Park+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416097298181407186" border="0" /></a> thursday, friday, etc. I will add those photos soon.His photos are so amazing!!! 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