#TakeYourWordForIt Improv Challenge

 

For those of you who don’t follow me on the instantaneous grams, here is a recap of my latest mini-project. It started this summer at a showcase hosted by Artery and the JAPAN Collective, when I decided to take some words from the audience as cues for an improv bit.

Last week, I decided to take that challenge to the interwebs and make an improv from every word commented. Here’s what resulted. I tried to take a “first thought, best thought” type of approach, do a single take for each word, and see what came out of it.

Part three of my #takeYourWordForIt improv challenge: "a word" from resident troll @jpfriday #aGoodWordIsHardToFind #getTheWordOut

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Next in #takeyourwordforit: "inferno" from @starlightromero Thanks @lizzie.benzik for the camerawerk #hellyes #hellinahandbasket

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In short, I had a lot of fun! I enjoyed pushing myself into different modes (with that many takes in a row, I had to at least try not to make the same thing every time). And its always interesting to see how the bits that get the best responses are not always the ones I expect, the ones I feel best about, or the ones I put the most thought into. I take that as a reminder not to put too much stake in the judgements of my internal critic as I choose to put things out into the world.

Most of all, my improv explorations (whether live or online) have been a nice reminder that I can make a good chunk of creative work without tons of time, resources, structure, or fuss.  I’ve honestly been having a rough few weeks, but giving myself opportunities to make something–even for just a few minutes–has made it better. While there is a lot in my life and in the world that I can’t control, it feels empowering to know that I don’t need external permission to or ideal conditions move or create–I just need a good excuse, and a word will do.

Thanks to everyone who gave me a word–more to come!

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#MakeDentonGreatAgain

My roommate and I caught a little spare time and an empty studio during the last week of camp. Here are a few moves that happened:

And with that we’ve wrapped up the program, put together a performance with two weeks of rehearsal, ran a show and move-outs in a thunderstorm, said bye to some awesome kiddos, and got very far out of Denton.

It’s been real, Texas.

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Things I Did In Paris

The Shmoop version:

  • Spent time wandering through parks and sitting on benches and lingering in cafes not feeling bad about not being productive like I do in New York.
  • Improv-ed a lot.
  • Found my groove. Forgot where I left it and lost it again. Found it. It ran away. Chased it around.
  • Krumped.
  • Choreographed in a park.
  • Learned to like journaling.
  • Wine.
  • Had some late night w(h)ine and feelings conversations that dug deep.
  • Needed friends. Found them.
  • Cried in public.
  • Cried in private.
  • Had about four and a half identity crises.
  • Ate snails. Didn’t hate them.

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    Garlic can fix anything.

  • Almond croissants.
  • Macarons.
  • Monoprix brand chocolate mousse.
  • Saw seven performances, which I loved, hated, and felt meh about, sometimes all at once.
  • Noticed which moments from those performances (whether love, hate, or meh) still stuck with me after a few weeks.
  • Was impressed at the size, diversity, and casual-ness of theater audiences. Realized that subsidized tickets probably have something to do with it.
  • Developed an appreciation for NYC’s 24-hour subway service after 2am.
  • Dealt with some transportation strikes.
  • Learned to get around using actual maps instead of just Google Maps.
  • Took dance classes in French. Was thankful for ballet terms and body language.
  • Was an open class junky as usual.
  • Really felt like I was hitting a wall with my performance (in that I literally ran into the wall during a performance).
  • Got good at saying “je voudrais”” and “pardon” and “Je ne parle pas français.”
  • Gave directions in Arabic once (which is a big deal for me given that I rarely have competent directional knowledge or language skills, let alone both at the same time).
  • Got lost in museums.
  • Wondered why I was in museums and theaters when the world is a mess.
  • Went to more museums.
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Posture jungement.

  • Spent a long time looking at art and an equally long time looking at graffiti. Tried to figure out the difference.13494989_10208692991714392_1993365495488247232_n
  • Wandered around cemeteries looking for famous dead people. Wondered about the non-famous dead people I saw along the way. Tried to Google their names. Found nothing.

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    Nijinsky though…

  • Decided that I should to make a resume section for every airport security additional screening test I pass (It’s senior year–gotta pad that resume with something).
  • Realized how quickly I can get comfortable in new cities.
  • Didn’t necessarily leave with the feeling that I need to move to Paris, but with the feeling that I could move there, or a whole lot of other places, and find bits of home-ish.

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