Trials and tribulations of choreographing...

Choreographing is like writing my own book as improvisation it is like writing a small note to a friend or a post for this blog.

The first strives for the destructive illusion of PERFECTION because it is a product of the mind.

The second comes from the heart and doesnt expect itself to be extraordinary, just honest and spontaneous.

All the creative product that comes from the heart smells of TRUST and fresh fruit. All the creative product that comes from the mind has to be worked upon, undressed, destilled and depured until it becomes the opposite of the THING it started to be.

The improvisation comes fast, naturally and so fluid that there is no time for my critical mind to judge, correct and often destroy what is already done. Where there is mind, there is a potential hell. So true...

So I fight with it while I choreograph new material for teaching and write my own book. I just wished both kind of creative processes could come so fluid and emotional as an IMPROVIZATION does. And I wish I could know, for sure, that PERFECTION is a relative term and that ART does not depend on it but on the singular quality of SPARKLING in the middle of normality and dead mountains.

I wish I could choreograph and write my own book (hell just froze... This sounds so serious...outch!!!!) with the fast witty mood I do when I improvize and finally got the simple truth that ART is also HARD WORK, tears, frustration, falls and upsy daisies followed by nightmares and apparent impossibilities. And, after all that, I wish I could understand - with the clarity of truly wise people - that after all the falls and ups and downs, if an ARTIST persists and doesn t give up on his CREATION, IT becomes alive and shines...

And I just wish I knew with my own hands that this kind of delicious "hell" is part of the wonder of being an artist and that the fire which burns is also the one which transforms rocks into gold.