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“Don’t bite off more than you can chew,” they said. “Time management is my jam!”, I boasted in response. Oh my sweet friends, time management skills…

Pumpkins, witches, press releases, and midterms. Out of state reviews, at home interviews. Rehearsals and lack thereof. Community Land Trust events, a surprise Fireball appearance. Vegan transitioning, city strolling, gift shopping for a soon-to-be5-year-old. Dish washing, pointe shoe prepping, tea date catch ups, Swan Point walks. Show consolidation, damage control; busy messy life. Plans, schedules, routines, lists. Music to my ears.

Most days are spent navigating the quirky soundscape of Aleksandra Vrebalov’s beautiful score, picking apart Viktor’s intricate choreography and placing pieces into my body parts. I smooth them in with a few hundred repetitions. I am a mother in the morning, a widow when the lights darken. Buzzing in the kitchen, lonely in my rocker.

As you can see by the scattered nature of this post, it’s been a busy few weeks. I promise, I’ve been doing a lot of writing! Just not here. If you’d like to see, here’s a bit of what I’ve been up to…

My review of New York City Ballet‘s Here/Now Program celebrating contemporary choreographers, up now on The Wonderful World of Dance.

My interview with beloved children’s book author/illustrator Chris Van Allsburg (The Polar Express, Jumanji)– conducted entirely through snail mail- now on Festival Ballet Providence’s blog.

A press release for our first main stage performance, The Widow’s Broom, up on several different media sites, but here it is on Broadway World.

My interview with Tony Award-winning set designer Eugene Lee (of Wicked, Sweeney Todd, and Saturday Night Live) for Festival Ballet Providence’s blog.

 

photo by Jacob Hoover.

the space between

This post was inspired by Viktor Plotnikov’s choreography, Arvo Pärt’s brilliant composition (I recommend clicking here to listen along while you read), and the enigma of the comatose.
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listless in every sense,
a state of chronic quiescence.
explicitly numb and seemingly unaware of all circumstance,
dormancy has never existed so overtly.

 

deafened by cryptic disfunction,
inanimated without consent,
involuntarily absent from existence,
this paralysis solicits no invitation.

 

an aleatory boarding onto
a train with no destination,
no schedule, and no track,
only its passengers are bound.

 

the persistent innominate “they” say
ignorance is bliss, but
only those who constantly travel
without ever advancing know:
enlightenment exhales elation.

 

so rhythm compensates,
and euphoria hangs in the balance, where
our passengers gently swing,
sweeping in the space between.

 

poetry by me, photo by Madeline Issa.

a new year’s resolution

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Hello!  It’s a new year and with the hanging of fresh calendars comes a new season, new goals, and the setting of new works in the studio.

2014 was a very polarized one for me.  The highs were like dreams, but the lows…unimaginable nightmares.  Great love was lost, accidents erupted, lives were compromised, and relationships evolved.  I have been thinking a lot lately about resolutions, do you make them?  I usually write up a list of relatively unimportant steps to “self betterment”, but while composing an email on that very subject late Monday night, the only resolution I’ll be making this year sort of just….wrote itself…

“By the time December 31st rolls around, I find myself reflecting on the previous year’s self-promises (most of which are unfulfilled, I might add…how typical), and feel obligated to think up a new way to phrase “drink more water” and “pay it forward” in an attempt to trick myself into believing this new year will be, well, new.  This year’s reflection was different, though.  And not because I actually did start drinking more water in 2014 (woohoo!), but because in light of the harshness of life’s fragility making itself impossible to ignore this year, my resolution seemed so obvious to me.  In 2015 I want to really live.  I want to go slowly, do one thing at a time, and actually observe the world around me.  I want to notice if the neighbors down the street painted their fence or a new bit of graffiti has popped up on the building next to the ballet studio.  I want to write to my grandmother more often, strike up a conversation with the stranger putting an alarming amount of sugar in his coffee, and go to sleep each day with at least one new realization, experience, or random conundrum to investigate.  I guess what I mean is I would like to allow my mind to wander away from the meaningless worries of my own overly analytical brain and into the lightness that is taking each day one at a time.”

Some of my favorite moments from 2014…

shooting this Time vs. Money music video for The Bynars

this photoshoot with Andrew Marnier

performing Sugarplum for the first time and booking my first guesting

moving into my first apartment of my own– more updates to follow!

this walk around Swan Point Cemetery

shooting this mock gatorade commercial

being introduced to gwenythbrand

the summer of extreme personal growth

flying off to Neverland

modeling for MAC cosmetics

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rain, rain, go away

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You know how they say “when it rains, it pours”?  Well I think sometimes it pours so much that the ground can’t absorb or displace it and the earth implodes on itself, leaving the atmosphere in a foggy haze of quiet disorder.  Of course, eventually the rumbling vibrations from such an explosion dissipate, and the smokey clouds begin to clear so the sun can blink towards the squinting earth, greeting its old friend trepidatiously- careful not to temper the fragile soil as it rebuilds.  But sometimes these efforts are in vain.  Sometimes just as a bit of goodness touches down, another- bigger, badder- monsoon comes out of nowhere and wipes it all away.

A very wise bear once said, “The trouble with accidents is you can’t see them coming.”  I think what Winnie (or should I say Mr. Pooh?)  meant was that accidents are a precarious combination of trouble and surprise; Not only do they force us to deal with an unfortunate circumstance, but an accident means we must do it suddenly.  They challenge us more than any premeditated disaster ever could, testing our courage, faith, our strength and our resilience- both mental and physical.  They push us to embrace perseverance while imposing their worthy lesson in patience upon our frustrated spirits.  Accidents prove that it’s not until we are faced with an unexpected cataclysm that we are able to truly appreciate the beauty of a calm drizzle.

end of summer bliss

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Ahh, the sweet sights of late summer in New England.

Colorful, shiny, enlightening, trips to the Institute of Contemporary Art, Boston.  Rustic flower arrangements by the beach in York, Maine.  Summer fruits in the spotlight for a healthy breakfast in Providence.  These are the captured moments of happiness and creation that have fueled my curious mind these past few weeks.

It’s all too easy to find one’s self unmotivated, uninspired, stoic, and stir-crazy as mid-August approaches and the nights lose their humidity.  Luckily, that hasn’t been much of a problem for me this year, as planning for my upcoming trip to Ireland (!!!) has kept me beyond activated in the inspiration department.  In 9 days I will fly from Boston to Dublin to meet up with le boyfriend’s family in celebration of his graduation from college.  When the rest of his family returns to the states, K and I will spend another week exploring the beautifully green postcard-ready viewsof Ireland.  Already on the itinerary: a visit to Galway City, Connemara, and hopefully a few more destinations close by.  We plan to hike through the Cliffs of Moher, check out the art museums, hop on board a ‘ukulele bus’ and be lead through the woods of the countryside by donkeys.  If you have any suggestions of sights, restaurants, pubs, or anything else that cannot be skipped- please let me know in the comments section!

all photos via my instagram (@keeksevans)

life lately…

…as told by my iPhone and the instagram application…

Fall is in full swing here in Providence, and I couldn’t be happier about it.  The ground is painted with gilded leaves, the air is almost as crisp as a bushel of fresh apples- but certainly not as sweet!- and squash, cranberry, and all other forms winter fruit/veggie cravings have finally become completely acceptable.  In other words, life is good.

Last weekend I ventured up to Boston for one night (which is always an adventure), then the roommie and I hosted the first of many “app parties”, in which friends gather, a tremendous healthy amount of yummy appetizers are served, and everyone laughs.  Until our stomachs hurt.  Or maybe there was just too much cheese consumed?  Either way I’m okay with it.

What’s your favorite thing about autumn?