#danceimprov

TDA and Radix Nationals all approaching, and year after year I find myself still trying to make sense of that opening statement we hear each year. Does anyone else feel like whoever the dancer on the far left is gets stitched up so badly?

The whole point of the improv round is to see how well the dancers can improvise and connect to new music as opposed to performing choreography they've learnt and gone over numerous times. So with that logic in mind, how on earth do the conveners at TDA and Radix expect the unlucky kid who has to go first to start dancing as the music starts playing and somehow find their rhythm with it. Like the song has barely started and they're expected to somehow dance in time with the music before hearing a single lyric?!

To this day, it still makes no sense to me. All I hear is:

"Ok, [insert name of sacrificial lamb, the unlucky kid on the far left, I know you haven't heard shit yet, let alone had time to grasp any sort of rhythm or 'vibe' of this song, but] once you hear the music your improv has begun!"

You know, like a bird

So maybe I’m a morning person? Either that or I am just very easily awaken by very noisy Canadians. Maybe a combination of the two.

I ventured out onto the marshland again today after breakfast. There are so many birds. SO many. I am still not sure how birds in large flocks decide to fly. If you have ever seen birds flocking I’m sure you know what I am talking about. There is a form of dance improvisation known as flocking that I have had the privilege of trying. It involves a group of people who basically have to synchronize their movements in order to always face the same direction. There is tons of movement, but everyone always faces the same way. This exercise is very exhilarating as you have to learn to trust the people surrounding you and sometimes you have to take the leap to lead.

I went on a guided hike where I got to learn more about some of the plant life the exists in Palo Verde. Because this is a dry forest, many of the plants have to adapt to survive without water for half of the year. These adaptations make much of the plant life very unique. Screeches that disrupted our serene hike alerted us to a pair of scarlet macaws flying overhead. Our guide (and both of my professors) was very excited as they don’t usually fly so close. I was able to see the brilliant colors such as the yellow, blues, and, of course, the brilliant red.

The view at the end of the hike was spectacular. The trail, aptly named “La Roca” ended on a very jagged rock face where you could see far and wide across the Palo Verde national park. I don’t believe my words alone would do it justice. Unfortunately, the threat of rain (that, again, never came) and the fact that there were some mountains in the way disrupted the view of the sunset.

What kind of a dance, can you dedicate to a man who loved life? A man who loved life, art, music & his family.

This dance is dedicated to my father, Hanoh Ghertner who passed away exactly 6 months ago from a heart failure, on the 25th of May 2022.

This performance was exactly 5 months later, a month ago.

My father's moto in life was Carpe diem, because you never know what tomorrow will bring.

We thought we have more time.

I want to thank everyone who helped me making this dance & bring it to you.

Production: @elizabeth.tribal

Music editing: @keshetkesh

Video: @ohadfalik

Structured improvisation: @shira_ghertner

Thank you to my father's best friends, my family, friends who came to the show & the wonderful dancers back stage who supported me during the day of the show. I appreciate each & everyone of you.

תודה לכולכם!!! Thank you!!!

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