Dancing Historias #1 ~ THE POP
Thank you for being here. I don’t know you yet, and you don’t know me. What I am about to share with you are real stories (historias), pages from my life, from chapters that have always and I hope will forever be coloured by dance. Since I was three years old dance has been my medicine, my love, my addiction, my muse and at times my nemesis. I have stories that will make your hair curl, and stories to make you fall in love. And that’s just one of the things dance has shown me; That I am, and we all are, storytellers. I love to put it in words, so these moments don’t get lost, but my favourite way to tell you a story is with my body. I love the abstraction, the room for error and misinterpretation, the cracks and the flaws, they leave so much space for the light to enter.
Dancing Historias #3 ~ THE MARKETPLACE
We meet again. This time we are not going to the dance studio. I think we both need a breather from that environment, don’t you ?
Let’s go to the marketplace!
This story starts with a coffee! A great way to start any story I would say as a still avid coffee lover. My love of coffee started very young (13 to be exact) when I wanted to bond with my mum and be considered a grown up.
Dancing Historias #2 ~ THE COMPLIMENT
Thank you for turning the page. We haven’t made it to the light yet, but stay with me. It was a painful injury but I did not quit ballet, quite the opposite. You may remember I said I was stubborn, and that sometimes the universe needs to talk loudly. A very short time later she decided to yell at me again.
Dancing Historias #1 ~ THE POP
Thank you for being here. I don’t know you yet, and you don’t know me. What I am about to share with you are real stories (historias), pages from my life, from chapters that have always and I hope will forever be coloured by dance. Since I was three years old dance has been my medicine, my love, my addiction, my muse and at times my nemesis. I have stories that will make your hair curl, and stories to make you fall in love. And that’s just one of the things dance has shown me; That I am, and we all are, storytellers. I love to put it in words, so these moments don’t get lost, but my favourite way to tell you a story is with my body. I love the abstraction, the room for error and misinterpretation, the cracks and the flaws, they leave so much space for the light to enter.
