It seems impossible to take hold of anything in life and expect that it will endure. One must enjoy the chase.
In 2003, my husband and I bought a rambling three-story federal-style-home-with-Victorian-embellishments in ‘downeast’ Maine. Since 2015, wild goose chase/the landing has hosted choreographers and their collaborative partners in residencies. Additionally, we have hosted artist~educators in workshops, and provided performances and community engagement activities in ours and surrounding communities. Watch IG @wildgoosechasedance and contact me for scheduling.
musing…on a wild goose chase…
Going on a wild goose chase … I hear it all the time. Futility is inherent in this idiomatic expression and yet … the idea of chasing geese makes me laugh. (We certainly have a steady stream of them in the tidal estuary across the road in Maine that I could chase!) It seems impossible to take hold of anything in life and expect that it will endure. One must enjoy the chase.
So it is with dance. Whether rendering a choreographic idea; or cultivating, on a daily basis, a sustainable dancing body: or teaching and learning; or securing committed supporters and sponsors; or cultivating engagement activities that bring dance to many and make dance accessible, and inviting, the days are full. Does one ever catch the goose?
I don’t know. It’s certainly a challenge to pin down even one fractal of the whole.
Perhaps the answer is, indeed, revealed in the dance itself. Dance is a living, necessary art. In the dance we can each know the intimacy of the moment; to hold it, let it go, and then find beauty in the details again. It marries our bodies with our imaginations and the synthesis designs, then delivers, well-lived experience.
Often left with a handful of feathers, I relish the fleeting beauty of dance. I genuinely enjoy “the chase.” wild goose chase dance and wgc/the landing are ever works in progress and I invite you to come along.