Performance Issues

“It will change your life” said Vangelis, the organizer of the “No Borders” dancing project. This sentence along with his martial arts knowledge lured me, a non-dancer, to join. After 3 weeks I can say it has. After only 3 days of intense 7 hours training a day, parts of myself I never knew existed started to move and I began to realize how martial arts training can and should change. To make things even better I discovered a bunch of super talented individuals from around the world, most of whom I actually liked and can now crash on their couches 🙂

Terrified by Joshua and Tomoko's performance!

Terrified by Joshua and Tomoko’s performance!

The last week the group was focused on their final performances which I had no interest to participate in. You see, I realized that dancers try to express themselves through movement (yeah very deep I know) and that I have no desire towards this type of self-expression. I tried, I really did but it’s just not there. For me, there is something too self-absorbed or even self-imposing on “forcing” people to see me move. I don’t feel watching me “dance” can give any value to anyone. I mean, I wouldn’t want to see myself dance so why should others?

Priceless looks from locals. Rahul's street preformance.

Priceless looks from locals. Rahul’s street preformance.

I will admit that watching some of the “real” dancers and performances was valuable to me and even surprisingly enjoyable with moments of brilliance. Iina and Ianthe asked the crowd to participate and edit their work by opening and closing their eyes. Tomoko and Chuck danced with each other through a window separating them. Rahul interacted with shocked and delighted Chinese locals in one of the best street performances I’ve seen. Joshua and Tomoko scared the shit out of me trying to escape from plastic wrap. There were also some great short movies all of which will hopefully go online so you can see for yourself.

Are these moments of brilliance worth the “waste” of time and boredom I felt throughout the rest of the performances, feeling like I was watching people’s sub consciousness flow out in perhaps a therapy of sorts? Can you not have one without the other? I’m not sure I have the answers. And even if I did it would be entirely subjective coming from my ‘barking puppy on speed’, limited attention span.

The Frame!

The Frame!

I didn’t dance but I did contribute two interactive art installations. PostArt (the envelopes some of you created) and “The Frame”, a python program which allows people to put different avatars on their face and exchange their face with others in real time. There wasn’t much of a crowd but the 20 or so locals that came seemed to enjoy it.

Safety not even last!

Safety not even last!

The next day I helped with set up of the final group performance. It’s been a long time since I organized an event and I forgot how much fun it is to climb on ladders and set things up. Especially Chinese flaky ladders.

I’m not entirely sure I have anything smart to say as my final words of self-indulging self-expression. Maybe I’ll end with a question (I’ll be happy for you to answer): “What makes us invest so much time and efforts into putting our ideas and thoughts out there even if no one really wants to listen?”

I think I have a beginning of an answer but you’ll have to read my sci fi book: 0 Point Energy 😉

Dancing in China

It’s been almost a week since I arrived in China and joined some of the most talented dancers I’ve ever met for a 3 week Contact Improvisation and Dance seminar.

McChina

McChina

The city of Xiamen is sort of ugly – big communist buildings, pollution and massive highways. It’s not as cheap as I thought it would be and there’s a lot more western influence than I would have imagined with a McDonalds on every corner. A visit to the supermarket provided some insights, with an entire section of noodles but no bread! Very little cosmetics, lots of individually wrapped strange candy but no obsession with giving you a million plastic bags like in Thailand.

Old and New

Old and New

Dancing for the secret police!

Dancing for the secret police!

The intense dance lessons didn’t leave me much time to explore but yesterday we had a free day so off we went. Walking around with this group was a little like living in a real musical. At any moment they are likely to start dancing and performing to the shocked and amazed looks of the bystanders. I kept looking for the Secret Police…

I have to say I’ve had the most strange experiences with locals here. Some stop and stare. Some follow us around. One guy gave us all his business card. Yesterday an old lady stopped me for 5 minutes and was saying “hello” and “ok” and saluting me. Then another man came with a piece of paper and asked me to write on the paper… write what? I have no idea.

 

 

 

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Making dumplings

 

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ART?!?!

We were also in 2 openings of galleries. One of which featured a live performance of two naked Chinese hitting each other and was actually created by some Israeli guy! They seem to be everywhere 🙂

Thai Massage

I’ve spent the last two weeks, waking up at 8 a.m to go back to school, massage school. Read on…

Practicing on my teacher

Practicing on my teacher

Hanging out with loads of climbers, my basic massage skills have definitely been useful, so I figured I might as well get some real training in Chiang Mai, which is known for its massage schools. After some research I headed to the Thai Massage School Shivagakomarpaj in The Old Medicine hospital. It is the oldest massage school in Chiang Mai. I knew I should expect a big group but the group was even bigger than what the school had told me. We were 24 student with only 2 or 3 teachers at any time.

What the school altogether didn’t mention is that every day starts with 20 minutes of prayers!!! My allergic reaction to religion went off, while all the students stood and chanted words they don’t even understand (there were only 2 Thai women and the rest were westerners). I  sat, on a bench, refusing to stand, experiencing post traumatic flashbacks from my childhood. The next day I obviously came late but to my surprise after the prayer the class began with another half hour of meditation! No I’m not entirely against meditation, although I’m pretty sure that the teacher leading it was making fun of us, saying things like “thank you for the water and the soup as well, especially the tom yom soup”, but this is not what I paid money for.

The class guide book was very basic so we were all snapping extra pictures and I ended up making a detailed powerpoint of all the classes. The teaching was very “eastern”, which means watch and copy, do as you are told. This is typical to the martial arts I practiced in Vietnam and is the traditional way to pass on knowledge but for it to work you need a lot of personal attention from your teacher, which we weren’t really getting. I guess the only really good thing about the school was meeting a bunch of very interesting people.

Yep I'm Certified!!!

Yep I’m Certified!!!

Anyway, after I got the first level certificate and headed to look for a private teacher. I found Nanthikan whose massage skills are far superior than anyone I’ve met. The flow of her movements is like a dance. She plays the human body like a musical instrument, coordinating her fingers, arms and body position. Unlike a lot of teachers and schools that are very strict and traditional she is very open to focus on what I want to learn, not forcing me to memorize the exact sequence but instead explaining the reasoning and working with me on techniques and precision. Even a professional complainer like me has found nothing to complain about! We’ve been working on getting my whole body weight behind every movement, using my skeleton and not muscle power (much like climbing), learning how to dig my fingers into tendons and a whole lot of very interesting stretches.

I’ve been practicing almost every day after class and it really is amazing how each body is different and how much I feel I’m training my own body while actually working on someone. Even if I’m really tired before I start, at the end I’m really energized, like after a nice, not too hard, workout.

The results so far from the people I’m training on have been quite good. Still an occasional flinch here and there but they all seem to enjoy it. One person even fell asleep, which my teacher says should be a compliment, although I’m pretty sure he was just really tired.