DAY 11 - The day I wish there was 41 hours a day.

D Y S F UN C T I O N 

We improvised again. "Dysfunctionality" being at the centre of the piece, it could be/have been/is easy for us to get lost in the endless possibilities of what is dysfunctional, or even what it means. Our pot of physical options is full, B U T instead of getting carried away with some hyperactive and hyperdynamic improv.... we took time...

The air in the studio was S E R E N E, and by the end of the day, smelly. 

We are back at The Place for our 3rd and last week of the summer. This week is about testing the potential of a section. Or rather, the potential of three sections put together in one. 
Magic has happened again, and I am so GRATEFUL to be working with this wonderful, inspiring, generous and crazy bunch of artist. #luckyme