Tonight Black Label Movement performed its inaugural show at the Southern theatre. We recieved a standing ovation as soon as the lights came up for the bow. My reflection for the night is this:

It has been so long since I have come away from a concert, or any kind of performance, feeling that we’ve moved to new ground, that some people will effectively view the world differently because of what we offered tonight. The atistic integrity and the humanity of this work has really allowed me to put my soul into it. I don’t feel like I’m “putting on” anything. I feel like, as dancers, what we added as human being was just as important as the movement, if not more. I’m reminded why I am a dancer. The relationships(!!!) between us, the company, and us, the living, breathing bodies that are filling the theatre. There is a unity of purpose that is so reflective of what I think heaven will be like.

It is so wonderful to be involved with something I really believe in and, on top of that, knowing that it is effecting the greater world to some extent. This is no replacement for getting out and down in the dirt and scum and loving people who really need it, but I think we are shaking things up and maybe people will look around and see, and breathe. Isn’t that what Art is for?