Choreographer's Diary
by Leigh Witchel
Day 7 - Thursday
Morgan makes it in, bleary
eyed from cold medication, but at least corporeally present enough
to be nudged into the correct spot. Very little new choreography
is made today, holes are patched instead. The end of the ballet
has not been choreographed, but it's about three-quarters completed.
At this point in a work, I tend to be loath to introduce any
new ideas into a work, preferring to stay with thematic material
already developed. I believe it makes the construction sounder.
The ballet reminds me of a bridge with the main pilasters hammered
into the ground; the final rehearsals are spent constructing
the spans. We begin inserting Morgan into the sections choreographed
since she was last here, with me making decisions where in the
group she is placed, and which dancers do what sections. A pleasant
surprise is how much more comfortable Frances looks today and
it shows in her dancing. There's still accuracy, but now there's
also a flow, and better still, a genuine relaxed enjoyment of
the process. The transitions between most of the central sections
(the solos between the third and fourth repeats of the main waltz
phrase) are made. We figure out how Frances begins her yearning
section, how Adriana leaves before her jumping section. Interestingly,
some of the transitions are dance phrases, some of them are acting.
I've learned that the overall effect of a ballet is often determined
by those final transitions set into the work, and it's why I
often leave holes in the dance when I don't have a great idea
for a certain section of music. As I understand the work better
the more of the dance I make, I use the unchoreographed holes
as an opportunity to bolster the atmosphere of the dance. Those
undetermined sections become crucial coloring. I leave Morgan's
section for tomorrow, assuming Morgan with fewer sinus problems
is a better Morgan on which to choreograph. There's about 12-13
minutes of ballet done at the end of the day, with Morgan's section
(under a minute), two minutes between the fourth and fifth waltz
repeats and the final minute of the ballet to set.
David Quinn, our costume
designer, comes today and is the first person other than myself
to see the ballet. Even though I enjoy people watching my work,
I can tell I'm a nervous parent because an almost involuntary
narrative pours forth in a whisper as the dancers dance. David,
bless his heart, ignores me, and watches the dance instead. The
only thing concrete we decide is that the women will be in flesh-colored
soft slippers. He has many other ideas, but wants to talk with
me about them later, but tells me he wants a heavier fabric than
chiffon, I think he senses the weight of the dance. I mention
that I think the colors for this should be dusty. The idea of
a sort of genteel dilapidated quality becomes central to the
work. The dancers and I keep making Tennessee Williams references,
and I have the idea that the costumes should look faded, perhaps
colors that once were saturated before thirty years of storage
in a dusty closet.
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