Here I am, back in Vermont after an absolute whirlwind of activity encompassing: 4 amazing shows as our circus program 'graduation' over Memorial Day weekend, scrambling to finish another installment for Hooping University immediately afterward and packing up my beautiful blue bedroom to move out by June 1, hitting the road on June 1 to drive down to NC, to fly to LA on June 2, to spend 3 wonder-full, powerful weeks in LA ending with a solo drive up and down the coast to attend Harmony Fest in Santa Rosa, performing with India.Arie once again, flying back to NC, getting stranded in Houston airport for a night, landing in NC, attending 2 days of the Hoop Path retreat, then bouncing on Saturday to drive up the east coast to attend the end of Wildfire- a fire and performing arts retreat in Connecticutt, driving back to Vermont and past my new place to have an emotional and ill-considered night with Alex and then back down, Tuesday, to train and move into my new temporary digs...a house-sitting gig here in Brattleboro. Catch is, the family hasn't left yet and the 15 year old daughter is staying behind. She is great- quiet and intellectual- and the room is big and bright....and I am friggin exhausted.
Feeling an all-too-familiar exhaustion paired with almost crippling stress related to piles and piles of work, emails, promotional material...and yet another installment for Hooping U, which I am currently working on...again. 30 minutes of instruction per month ain't no joke. Incidentally, if you'd like to check it out and sign up as my student, go to www.spiralhoopflow.com
Sorry, been workin' too hard on it not to drop a link.
Don't get me wrong, the travel is incredible, and I am very, very blessed to be connected to so many wonderful folks all over the country. It's the structuring of my business and responsibilities in relation to how much I work and earn that need major overhauling...help!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Ok, now Spring has *really* come to Vermont
So I guess what I was experiencing before was the fifth season in Vermont...the one that happens when the snow finally disappears from the ground but before anything begins to bloom...the one they call 'mud season'. Seems the mud was infecting my mood and personal relationships...well, no more!
Spring has really sprung here and it is just gorgeous. The fresh yellow-green of renewal and new life is everywhere, flowers are blooming, we've even had a couple 80 degree days! This southerner is in pure heaven. This entry is going to be but a bit short as I have my hands gleefully full preparing for Hoop Convergence. I am just beside myself with excitement, as this- the second-annual HC organized by my best girl Julia- has an amazing lineup of teachers for a full retreat weekend of inspiration, growth and celebration. I can't wait! I fly out tomorrow afternoon and have a fair bit to do yet in terms of packing, etc...
It isn't the most convenient time to be leaving, as the end of my training program is in 17 days!!! We have three days of shows- 5 shows total- May 22-24. I have 2 acts I am working on and they are both challenging me in new ways. My aerial fabric act is a challenge in the sense that, as fabric is still relatively new to me (I chose it as my 'major' back in February as result of being advised to 'step out of my comfort zone' and get stronger) and I am faced with trying to emote/embody a character while also executing the technical aspects of the apparatus. Fabric is *definitely* out of my comfort zone and has been trying at times...it takes considerable strength, focus and endurance to be able to execute a series of moves- gracefully- within a choreographed piece.
My work with it is paying off though...one of my physical goals this year (and one I was quite unsure of being able to actually attain) was a pike climb to the ceiling. After seeing a couple of the women in the program be able to pull this off at the beginning of the year, during our first strength assessment (my first attempt yielded a 2 struggling climbs from the floor), I knew I wanted to be able to do that 'someday'.
For those of you who may not be familiar with what a pike climb is, it is basically started from a seated position with the fabric/rope either between your legs with legs straddled (my preferred way) or to the side with your legs piked...then you climb up the fabric using only your arms, holding your legs out- straight- the entire time...and then climbing down. About three weeks ago...I got it!!! I thought it may have been a fluke, but I've gotten it every other time I've tried it since and I'm pretty proud.
Other physical goals I've achieved since being here: front and back walkovers, touching my heels in a backbend, touching my head in an elbow stand, touching the floor with my feet in a chest stand, oversplits, back handspring(s), roundoff back handspring, and an ever more solid handstand
Back tuck is still on the list...getting there!!
I am the strongest and most flexible I've ever been and the feeling of training and increasing my abilities is intoxicating. Also, being around other performers during the choreographing process has been very good for me, as that has been one of the most frightening/intimidating/challenging aspects of my path as a performer...having not had much formal dance training. I find aerial choreography to be much easier than hoop, as hoops move so quickly.
In other milestones, I had my first center-stage aerial gig a couple weekends ago on April 25, doing aerial hoop-lyra- as well as an LED hoop dance act, for The Amazing Bubble Show. It was for an audience of mostly kids, which was super cute and gratifying.
My new hoop dance act is challenging me considerably. I have been working on a lot of original material with one of my coaches and it contains lots of ground/tumbling skills that I'm still working to 'get' into my body. Serious pushing of limits and LOTS of practice is going to be required to have this ready for the shows. Once I return from Hoop Con I will have only 10 days!!
Whew, off to the gym to rehearse.
Love to you all!
Spring has really sprung here and it is just gorgeous. The fresh yellow-green of renewal and new life is everywhere, flowers are blooming, we've even had a couple 80 degree days! This southerner is in pure heaven. This entry is going to be but a bit short as I have my hands gleefully full preparing for Hoop Convergence. I am just beside myself with excitement, as this- the second-annual HC organized by my best girl Julia- has an amazing lineup of teachers for a full retreat weekend of inspiration, growth and celebration. I can't wait! I fly out tomorrow afternoon and have a fair bit to do yet in terms of packing, etc...
It isn't the most convenient time to be leaving, as the end of my training program is in 17 days!!! We have three days of shows- 5 shows total- May 22-24. I have 2 acts I am working on and they are both challenging me in new ways. My aerial fabric act is a challenge in the sense that, as fabric is still relatively new to me (I chose it as my 'major' back in February as result of being advised to 'step out of my comfort zone' and get stronger) and I am faced with trying to emote/embody a character while also executing the technical aspects of the apparatus. Fabric is *definitely* out of my comfort zone and has been trying at times...it takes considerable strength, focus and endurance to be able to execute a series of moves- gracefully- within a choreographed piece.
My work with it is paying off though...one of my physical goals this year (and one I was quite unsure of being able to actually attain) was a pike climb to the ceiling. After seeing a couple of the women in the program be able to pull this off at the beginning of the year, during our first strength assessment (my first attempt yielded a 2 struggling climbs from the floor), I knew I wanted to be able to do that 'someday'.
For those of you who may not be familiar with what a pike climb is, it is basically started from a seated position with the fabric/rope either between your legs with legs straddled (my preferred way) or to the side with your legs piked...then you climb up the fabric using only your arms, holding your legs out- straight- the entire time...and then climbing down. About three weeks ago...I got it!!! I thought it may have been a fluke, but I've gotten it every other time I've tried it since and I'm pretty proud.
Other physical goals I've achieved since being here: front and back walkovers, touching my heels in a backbend, touching my head in an elbow stand, touching the floor with my feet in a chest stand, oversplits, back handspring(s), roundoff back handspring, and an ever more solid handstand
Back tuck is still on the list...getting there!!
I am the strongest and most flexible I've ever been and the feeling of training and increasing my abilities is intoxicating. Also, being around other performers during the choreographing process has been very good for me, as that has been one of the most frightening/intimidating/challenging aspects of my path as a performer...having not had much formal dance training. I find aerial choreography to be much easier than hoop, as hoops move so quickly.
In other milestones, I had my first center-stage aerial gig a couple weekends ago on April 25, doing aerial hoop-lyra- as well as an LED hoop dance act, for The Amazing Bubble Show. It was for an audience of mostly kids, which was super cute and gratifying.
My new hoop dance act is challenging me considerably. I have been working on a lot of original material with one of my coaches and it contains lots of ground/tumbling skills that I'm still working to 'get' into my body. Serious pushing of limits and LOTS of practice is going to be required to have this ready for the shows. Once I return from Hoop Con I will have only 10 days!!
Whew, off to the gym to rehearse.
Love to you all!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Spring comes to Vermont
This latest update is long overdue and may well come in 2 parts, as it's quite late...
Time has flown and the days have been very full here in circus life. Training very hard, gigging now and then, and- for a time- I found love...which is most likely why I found less time to blog during my 'downtime'.
I also turned the big 3-0 on March 1st...feeling the strongest and most flexible I've ever been and reveling in continued emotional, physical and spiritual growth. By the same token I have persistent back scrunchi-ness (left lower back vertebrae) for the first time ever and am hoping that I get approved for Vermont health insurance and can go to the chiropractor. Sigh.
Since the conversation regarding parting ways is so fresh in my mind, happening over the last couple days, I feel compelled to write about that. We didn't use those words, nor the dreaded 'breaking up' , but we are 'seeing how things go' with a leaning towards pessimism...mostly on his part. A fair bit of issue came up around his concerns, worries and critiques about the life of a performer. Other things as well, but for the sake of staying somewhat on topic for a circus blog, I'll stick to that. He expressed a distaste for what he saw as me 'using my sex appeal as currency' both in terms of my performance and in terms of getting gigs. Also falling prey to the insecurity around me receiving attention from admirers, despite me doing my best to reassure him of my loyal affection. He also wondered why I would devote myself to something that wasn't more stable, that was relying on my looks and physicality...qualities that are transient by nature. This all makes my heart heavy.
Alex is a wonderful, brilliant and sensitive man. Analytical, perhaps, to a fault. I wanted so much to reassure him, to make it work and support him, but it was hard to receive negative feedback regarding my present path...because my present path is already hard. It takes total dedication, perseverance and belief in oneself and, while I have to take the questions and lack of understanding from my family in stride, those closest to me as friends and my lover must be understanding and supportive. That said, in the 3.5 months we were together, Alex never saw me perform, as my gigs were all out of state, and only ever saw me hoop/contact juggle for a very brief moment in my room. He doesn't understand and I can't blame him...I'm from a different world. Insecurities plagued both of us and I would love to lift us both up out of that, above it all, to see the goodness. I wish I could make things clear...and I wish I could give him what he needs...
Sigh.
Alone again.
Time has flown and the days have been very full here in circus life. Training very hard, gigging now and then, and- for a time- I found love...which is most likely why I found less time to blog during my 'downtime'.
I also turned the big 3-0 on March 1st...feeling the strongest and most flexible I've ever been and reveling in continued emotional, physical and spiritual growth. By the same token I have persistent back scrunchi-ness (left lower back vertebrae) for the first time ever and am hoping that I get approved for Vermont health insurance and can go to the chiropractor. Sigh.
Since the conversation regarding parting ways is so fresh in my mind, happening over the last couple days, I feel compelled to write about that. We didn't use those words, nor the dreaded 'breaking up' , but we are 'seeing how things go' with a leaning towards pessimism...mostly on his part. A fair bit of issue came up around his concerns, worries and critiques about the life of a performer. Other things as well, but for the sake of staying somewhat on topic for a circus blog, I'll stick to that. He expressed a distaste for what he saw as me 'using my sex appeal as currency' both in terms of my performance and in terms of getting gigs. Also falling prey to the insecurity around me receiving attention from admirers, despite me doing my best to reassure him of my loyal affection. He also wondered why I would devote myself to something that wasn't more stable, that was relying on my looks and physicality...qualities that are transient by nature. This all makes my heart heavy.
Alex is a wonderful, brilliant and sensitive man. Analytical, perhaps, to a fault. I wanted so much to reassure him, to make it work and support him, but it was hard to receive negative feedback regarding my present path...because my present path is already hard. It takes total dedication, perseverance and belief in oneself and, while I have to take the questions and lack of understanding from my family in stride, those closest to me as friends and my lover must be understanding and supportive. That said, in the 3.5 months we were together, Alex never saw me perform, as my gigs were all out of state, and only ever saw me hoop/contact juggle for a very brief moment in my room. He doesn't understand and I can't blame him...I'm from a different world. Insecurities plagued both of us and I would love to lift us both up out of that, above it all, to see the goodness. I wish I could make things clear...and I wish I could give him what he needs...
Sigh.
Alone again.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wowzers...back from the road and right back into the circus flow. I needed the money, to be sure, so getting two relatively last-minute gigs in NC was a welcome and well-timed influx of cash. No small feat though, not at all! I decided to drive down, because I'm crazy like that and gas is cheap again, and left Vermont last Wednesday. Drove 11 hours, ended up with an old friend in Charlottesville and then on to NC the next morn. Thursday night was a living statue gig...painted silver...in heels...for 3 hours. Oh yeah...in a bar that allowed smoking, stationed at the 'smoking lounge'. Certainly not the best gig ever, in fact, perhaps the worst but, money talks, and it's still a far cry cooler than what a lot of folks must endure for the almighty dollar, but my left knee hasn't felt quite right since....
Spent the weekend in Charlotte with my good friend Hardin, who had booked me the gigs, and generally made merry in between rehearsal and resting.
Another gig Saturday, 2 sets of hooping and then finishing the night dressed up like a Hollywood starlet and shimmying on the dancefloor on Hardin's arm (dressed as a pompous movie director, earlier in the night he had been MCing and mingling as Joan Rivers. He's a master character actor) with a bunch of fun-luvin' 9-5ers. This one was much better, though not without it's stresses. Left to head back to the Triangle Sunday morn...got to see my Mom and Dad, my most awesome dog EVER, Dante and then off to Carrboro to return Julia's LED hoops and wish her a happy birthday! What a treat to see one of my best friends on her birthday, such a blessing...and the occasion allowed for a bunch of old friends from that area to be around as well, so I got caught up with all sorts of folks and a good time was had by all. Left later than I'd hoped to and then back on to Virginia that same night.
By the time Monday rolled around, I was slow to leave Charlottesville, to say the least. Hit the road I finally did, but didn't get back to Brattleboro till after 3 am...with circus class bright and early the next morn. I awoke with a very small window to get out the door to a blanket of snow. Slogged through class, learned the choreography for the hammock piece I'll be doing in the show...next weekend!!!
I then dragged my sorrow self home, laid down for a 'nap' at 3 pm and slept till 9 pm...then went back to sleep till the next morn, a solid 15 hours. All that solo drivin takes it out of a soul! December feels decidedly intense, as I have a slew of hoop orders to catch up on, a new website to chip away at, a special video project to create for, a winter cabaret performance to shine at next weekend and a general stepping it up in all areas of life. My relationship with Time is changing and demanding more of me with an exacting relentlessness. All part of my Saturn Return, I suppose, which I am right in the middle of. Thing is, all this is mounting upon my shoulders while the training itself is demanding so much of me physically that it's challenging to muster the energy to do all I 'should' be doing. Whew.
Trained for almost 4 hours yesterday, had another full day of class and a private lesson today...my body aches-albeit in a good way- and my fingers are sore at the joints, as the hammock exerts quite a bit of tension. I can't really believe that the Winter show is next weekend, as my kindly server at the Co-op reminded me today.
Ballet was cancelled today, as it is icing...sheets of ice on the road and on everything. I was intending to join the gym today, as I am needing a place to do weight training, cardio and sauna but, most importantly, to hoop!!! I haven't had hoop space for too long, it being often way too crowded in the school and, quite frankly, trying to squeeze in among a bunch of non-hooping people and circus apparatus is no fun at all. I was so drained after class today that I came home to rest a bit before heading back out to the gym, but have been warned against being on the road again, as it's already dark and icing up. One more day without hooping ;(. It'll be that much sweeter, I suppose, but it won't come soon enough...I feel disconnected with an important source of nourishment. While I've been doing many other things and learning new skills, the hoop is- like many of you know and relate to- not just a skill, but a spiritual wellspring, release and Source. Too long without it does not bode well...gonna get into that gym, and their mirrored room asap!
Lots to do...but wanted to give a shout.
Sending love and dreams of warmth to my friends and family everywhere.
Spent the weekend in Charlotte with my good friend Hardin, who had booked me the gigs, and generally made merry in between rehearsal and resting.
Another gig Saturday, 2 sets of hooping and then finishing the night dressed up like a Hollywood starlet and shimmying on the dancefloor on Hardin's arm (dressed as a pompous movie director, earlier in the night he had been MCing and mingling as Joan Rivers. He's a master character actor) with a bunch of fun-luvin' 9-5ers. This one was much better, though not without it's stresses. Left to head back to the Triangle Sunday morn...got to see my Mom and Dad, my most awesome dog EVER, Dante and then off to Carrboro to return Julia's LED hoops and wish her a happy birthday! What a treat to see one of my best friends on her birthday, such a blessing...and the occasion allowed for a bunch of old friends from that area to be around as well, so I got caught up with all sorts of folks and a good time was had by all. Left later than I'd hoped to and then back on to Virginia that same night.
By the time Monday rolled around, I was slow to leave Charlottesville, to say the least. Hit the road I finally did, but didn't get back to Brattleboro till after 3 am...with circus class bright and early the next morn. I awoke with a very small window to get out the door to a blanket of snow. Slogged through class, learned the choreography for the hammock piece I'll be doing in the show...next weekend!!!
I then dragged my sorrow self home, laid down for a 'nap' at 3 pm and slept till 9 pm...then went back to sleep till the next morn, a solid 15 hours. All that solo drivin takes it out of a soul! December feels decidedly intense, as I have a slew of hoop orders to catch up on, a new website to chip away at, a special video project to create for, a winter cabaret performance to shine at next weekend and a general stepping it up in all areas of life. My relationship with Time is changing and demanding more of me with an exacting relentlessness. All part of my Saturn Return, I suppose, which I am right in the middle of. Thing is, all this is mounting upon my shoulders while the training itself is demanding so much of me physically that it's challenging to muster the energy to do all I 'should' be doing. Whew.
Trained for almost 4 hours yesterday, had another full day of class and a private lesson today...my body aches-albeit in a good way- and my fingers are sore at the joints, as the hammock exerts quite a bit of tension. I can't really believe that the Winter show is next weekend, as my kindly server at the Co-op reminded me today.
Ballet was cancelled today, as it is icing...sheets of ice on the road and on everything. I was intending to join the gym today, as I am needing a place to do weight training, cardio and sauna but, most importantly, to hoop!!! I haven't had hoop space for too long, it being often way too crowded in the school and, quite frankly, trying to squeeze in among a bunch of non-hooping people and circus apparatus is no fun at all. I was so drained after class today that I came home to rest a bit before heading back out to the gym, but have been warned against being on the road again, as it's already dark and icing up. One more day without hooping ;(. It'll be that much sweeter, I suppose, but it won't come soon enough...I feel disconnected with an important source of nourishment. While I've been doing many other things and learning new skills, the hoop is- like many of you know and relate to- not just a skill, but a spiritual wellspring, release and Source. Too long without it does not bode well...gonna get into that gym, and their mirrored room asap!
Lots to do...but wanted to give a shout.
Sending love and dreams of warmth to my friends and family everywhere.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
To the pain!
Well, I'd been feeling as though I wasn't experiencing quite enough pain in my circus training...other than the usual intermittent soreness, and even that has been disturbingly absent these last 10 days as we've been on Thanksgiving break. I'd been wanting to add some impressive bruises and burns to my body soooo...
My friend Abby who attends the program with me is a pretty darn strong and skilled aerialist, having already been dedicated to it for a couple years. She's been wanting a doubles trapeze partner to practice with and has had a little trouble finding someone with whom she vibed properly. Now, she and I have been like peas and carrots since the program started, she being pretty much the only person I hang with on a regular basis because of both personality and the fact that I don't have much time to hang in general. Being a part of an intensive course of study with a small group like this requires a venting valve, as it were, and we have been great support that way for each other but...I digress.
I decided I needed to toughen up and- now that the horrible rips on my hands have pretty much healed- I felt I could delve into some doubles with her, just to see if I liked it, had the pain threshold for it, etc, as she had been voicing concern that her previous partner had complained a bit much and wasn't sure if he could take the pain, commitment and dedication that such an enterprise as partner trapeze work entails. Enter: me...not without some trepidation, mind you, as trapeze..along with lyra (or aerial hoop, one of my main focus' in the program)...is one of- if not *the* most painful apparatus and one on which I don't have much experience with.
But, today we went for it, getting a private lesson with the amazingly talented and all-around wonderful Aimee Hancock. While we switched up a fair bit who was 'porting' (ie: hanging from knees and holding the weight of the other person while they execute the more flashy part of the trick) I ended up doing the bulk of it, as Abby is a petite, albeit muscular, young woman.
I wanted to toughen up and...I'll be damned, this is certainly the way to do it. I've heard it said that 'All the best tricks in circus hurt.' And I already knew that to be pretty much true...but after today, I KNOW it to be true. A big part of being able to pull off badass moves on the trapeze- either alone or with the weight of another human being pressing your body even more thoroughly against a 1" steel bar- is practicing whatever move it is enough times to deaden the nerves in the area where you're contacting the bar. Heel hangs, toe hangs, front hip balance, catcher's lock...you gots to deaden the nerves! Well, I started today, and I do feel marginally tougher, still having lots of nerves to beat into submission. Though I must admit, I like the pain! It hurts so good!! God knows what the front of my thighs and tops of my shins are going to look like tomorrow morning, I can only imagine a pretty interesting patchwork of bruises...thank goodness my gig on Thursday is a living statue that's painted silver.
It's an awesome, painful, incredible life. Blessed be!
My friend Abby who attends the program with me is a pretty darn strong and skilled aerialist, having already been dedicated to it for a couple years. She's been wanting a doubles trapeze partner to practice with and has had a little trouble finding someone with whom she vibed properly. Now, she and I have been like peas and carrots since the program started, she being pretty much the only person I hang with on a regular basis because of both personality and the fact that I don't have much time to hang in general. Being a part of an intensive course of study with a small group like this requires a venting valve, as it were, and we have been great support that way for each other but...I digress.
I decided I needed to toughen up and- now that the horrible rips on my hands have pretty much healed- I felt I could delve into some doubles with her, just to see if I liked it, had the pain threshold for it, etc, as she had been voicing concern that her previous partner had complained a bit much and wasn't sure if he could take the pain, commitment and dedication that such an enterprise as partner trapeze work entails. Enter: me...not without some trepidation, mind you, as trapeze..along with lyra (or aerial hoop, one of my main focus' in the program)...is one of- if not *the* most painful apparatus and one on which I don't have much experience with.
But, today we went for it, getting a private lesson with the amazingly talented and all-around wonderful Aimee Hancock. While we switched up a fair bit who was 'porting' (ie: hanging from knees and holding the weight of the other person while they execute the more flashy part of the trick) I ended up doing the bulk of it, as Abby is a petite, albeit muscular, young woman.
I wanted to toughen up and...I'll be damned, this is certainly the way to do it. I've heard it said that 'All the best tricks in circus hurt.' And I already knew that to be pretty much true...but after today, I KNOW it to be true. A big part of being able to pull off badass moves on the trapeze- either alone or with the weight of another human being pressing your body even more thoroughly against a 1" steel bar- is practicing whatever move it is enough times to deaden the nerves in the area where you're contacting the bar. Heel hangs, toe hangs, front hip balance, catcher's lock...you gots to deaden the nerves! Well, I started today, and I do feel marginally tougher, still having lots of nerves to beat into submission. Though I must admit, I like the pain! It hurts so good!! God knows what the front of my thighs and tops of my shins are going to look like tomorrow morning, I can only imagine a pretty interesting patchwork of bruises...thank goodness my gig on Thursday is a living statue that's painted silver.
It's an awesome, painful, incredible life. Blessed be!
My first attempts at handbalancing on the canes..this pose is called crocodile. I look forward to getting SO much stronger...
Thanksgiving break is over...thank goodness!
We had over a week off for Thanksgiving and it was just too much...especially since we were introduced to our acts for the winter cabaret show right before the break and the intensity of preparation for that is sinking in with everyone. We have less than 3 weeks to learn new skills, memorize choreography and be performance-ready! Exciting, sure, but quite intense.
I have been cast in an aerial hammock piece with 2 other women. The aerial hammock is a long U-shaped piece of fabric held at 2 points (as opposed to an aerial sling, which is similar but is held at only one point overhead). Despite a bit of trepidation, I'm stoked to learn a new apparatus in such a short time and have been in the studio as much as possible over the break, although it hasn't been open all that much. Also, the little secret hotel gym/sauna that my friend Abby and I had been hitting up before class in the morning and on days 'off' was recently destroyed. Yup, some genius had the idea to paint the sauna inside and out with what smells like oil-based wood stain..and posted an 'Out of Order' sign on the treadmill. The paint fumes are ridiculous, even a few days after we arrived to see the destruction. Fumes so bad that even attempting to work out in the little gym room nearby probably would have been hazardous to our health. I've resigned myself to having to pay for a gym membership, but will have to wait till after these 2 gigs in NC this week for the proper money.
More soon...finishing my newsletter and off to class!
I have been cast in an aerial hammock piece with 2 other women. The aerial hammock is a long U-shaped piece of fabric held at 2 points (as opposed to an aerial sling, which is similar but is held at only one point overhead). Despite a bit of trepidation, I'm stoked to learn a new apparatus in such a short time and have been in the studio as much as possible over the break, although it hasn't been open all that much. Also, the little secret hotel gym/sauna that my friend Abby and I had been hitting up before class in the morning and on days 'off' was recently destroyed. Yup, some genius had the idea to paint the sauna inside and out with what smells like oil-based wood stain..and posted an 'Out of Order' sign on the treadmill. The paint fumes are ridiculous, even a few days after we arrived to see the destruction. Fumes so bad that even attempting to work out in the little gym room nearby probably would have been hazardous to our health. I've resigned myself to having to pay for a gym membership, but will have to wait till after these 2 gigs in NC this week for the proper money.
More soon...finishing my newsletter and off to class!
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