Words are made to be broken. Words about silk veils, mostly.....but other stuff too. I am sure I will be eating crow on pretty much anything I have said on this blog at one point or another.
Oh, I always wanted to dance with a silk veil, and I think I tried for about two minutes, and after wrapping my self up like a human burrito I gave up and went back to my chiffon.
I tried several times over the years borrowing silk veils to try, being envious of people like Mena, and my friends in the Women of Selket and the Queens of the Universe, and pretty much every dancer I knew for using silk and how prettily it moved through the air. But I felt too rough, too impatient, too clumsy for a silk veil.
Reading Delilah's Post renewed my interest in the veil and for a few weeks now I have made myself pick it up, put on some music and let it "carry the vibrations from my inner core" or whatever.
I started to think that maybe silk might not be that bad. I still got wrapped up in it,but I found that without the added weight of chiffon, that I had to pause a half second for the silk to do its thing. It was a whole new relationship. I gave her space, she gave me space. We had to take turns being in control. Hmmmmmm....... ( don't psychoanalyze that).
So yesterday I took a veil workshop from the lovely Samra, and tried her 4 yard and heavier weight silk veil. ( L Rose) I got to watch myself working with the veil in a large mirror, and I loved the way that the swirly dark purple looked. I felt like I was moving with some sort of alive matter that consisted of a churning stormy sky and melted chocolate. ( put food in anything and I am game)....the veil changed, it morphed with the movement. It took on dimension.
* cue starlight, daisies, and the hallelujah chorus*
Yeah, I loved working with it. ....chewing a mouthful of sauteed crow right now....burp.
So I take it back. I am forming a new relationship with silk. It is a slow one, I don't really trust her yet not to surprise me at the last minute with the burrito wrap of our former relations, and she doesn't trust me to not slow it down a bit and let her be the lady that she is, but we are working on it. Maybe there is a therapist there somewhere that can help us work out our issues.......oh yeah I guess there is.
It is called MUSIC.
3 comments:
Never trust her outside, that's for sure. Wind & silk do not mix. Then again, neither does she mix well with NC humidity. She's a picky sort, but worth it in the end... but aren't we all.
well done on breaking your duck!
I was an instant convert to silk because of how beautifully it floated- it gives an instant 'lift' to a novice dancer to have that illusion of gracefulness, even if the body hasn;t quite caught up to the prop.
I prefer a slightly heavier weight silkm as the gossamer stuff tends to get 'left behind' when i dance, and i end up fighting it.
I found that edged silk was slightly easier to use - a rolled hem around the edge is usually enough to make it a little less unruly to use. I'm getting more and more used to unedged silk, but its a difficult mistress and requires some love to really make it work...
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