Here is a screen shot from the editing dock......
Dancers: Darby Epperson and Ryan Ruiz
Director: Bradley Bentz
DP/editor: Matthew Clay
I am working on a really cool film project. Matt Richter, an amazing lighting and sound designer and the Technical Director for the LGTB Center in Los Angeles is also a composer. He asked me to choreograph a short film...so I'm doing it. Here are some preview shots with my two gorgeous dancers, Darby Epperson and Ryan Ruiz.
Gorgeous Eva Ariel Binder was nominated for a Young Artist Academy award and rocked my jewelry on the virtual red carpet. This kid (she is only twelve!) is the real deal, a multi-talented powerhouse! I work with her as a ballet coach and was so thrilled when she wanted to wear this vintage filigree set to the ceremony. Watch out for her. She is already so accomplished and she has so many plans!
And by heading, I mean spending a lot more time at my computer while staying in Los Angeles and continuing to work! I have been accepted into the MFA program at Goddard College and will continue to study how bullying in ballet creates the foundation of inequity with regard to gender, feminism and race in dance. I will be pursuing both research and performance creation tracks.
What a lovely morning chatting with Brianne Zborowski of Apolla Performance Wear about all things dance. The Apolla Challenge is continuing through August 15, so if you want the awesome ruby necklace, or any of the other fantastic items, go bid!! https://www.apollaperformance.com/pages/for-the-love-of-dance-challenge.
Apolla Dancewear is doing an amazing fundraising challenge to help raise monies for dance studios so devastated by the current state of the nation due to the Covid-19 pandemic. I was nominated by Michelle Elkin. I am donating a ruby necklace with a tiny heart to symbolize the love that we all have for our dance studios. I then nominated the amazing dance photographer Joelle Martinique for the next round.
Click here to see all details and to bid on this fun ruby bauble.
Check out my newest piece on the amazing and inspiring Celia Fushille, the Artistic Director of Smuin Contemporary Ballet. Click Here.
May 10 is a complicated day for me. It’s my dad’s birthday. It is often, like this year, Mother’s Day. My relationship with both of these people is fraught, complicated and raw, all of which is/was exacerbated by my dad’s untimely death in May of 2001. While I am relatively sure that both of them love(d) me, this is called into question by many words and actions over the years. The platitudes don’t actually work or ring true. They are not all that proud of me. In contrast, disappointed is the first word that actually comes to mind. Whether or not this is true is actually irrelevant. The perception of disappointment, the barbs that remain sharp, the erasure of success and the lack of empathy to failure and struggle burrows into my skin and soul. It’s a tough day. There is one more thing to add. It’s my birthday as well. I usually keep that detail hidden though apparently every organization that you have ever contacted keeps the day on file. Numerous emails arrive all day long with impersonal greetings on what should be the most personal of days. I internalized the idea that this was not my day, that I was somehow an intruder upon it. I can still hear my dad jokingly saying that I was “The most expensive gift that I have ever received and I KEEP ON PAYING FOR IT.” It wasn’t a joke. He truly felt that way. My response, both internally and externally was “I’m sorry.” Other choice phrases burned into my brain; “Don’t be selfish, don’t ask for too much, give back instead of taking.” Remember, “it's not just your day.” When I was young, there were, to be sure, cakes and parties, but as I grew, the “you are not special” grew louder as well. So loud that I have disappeared into the day. Usually I work through it (thank you spring shows!) but today is a different beast. The city is shut down and my industry, across all fronts, is in tatters. The career path of a dancer/choreographer/dance educator is treacherous at best. Growing older in an industry that is already dismissive of women over the age of….well, whatever age you choose, I’m over it, is uncertain, challenging and often disheartening. When that industry is in upheaval and disarray, it is terrifying. I can’t even think about the nation at large. Spending the day alone, another day alone, is almost physically painful at this point. I am aware of my good fortune up to now. I have remained employed and will for another month. I am healthy and have a funny cat to brighten my day. I interact with people over the internet all day long and my students continue to amaze. But today is heavy and sad. Although I struggle with severe depression every day, today the black hole has a gravitational pull. My funny cat is scared of crying so she’s keeping her distance, staying in the room, but slightly wary of the extra water. (It is possible she lied on her therapy cat resumé.) My birthday present to myself, an ill fated attempt to try something new, was an orchestra seat ticket to Hamilton. It has now been refunded. There is no possibility of a night on the town or a simple dinner with friends. This day will pass. I am resilient and scrappy and will put my mask back on. It will pass but not go unnoticed and not without creating one more psychic gouge in my soul. I wish I could have this conversation with my parents but I can’t. Dad left the planet long ago and Mom has never been willing to listen. So here we all are, on phone lines with nothing to say but Happy Birthday. Happy Mother’s Day. Love you. Miss you. Be well.
Nancy Dobbs Owen
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