Since the beginning of this New Year (which already seems so long ago) I have been establishing a new disciplined creative routine.Read More
I go through phases where besides the time spent teaching and dancing in the studio, I barely listen to music. I enjoy the inner silence and the outer background noise of cars and frequent yelling matches outside in the streets (although I can never tell if it is happy enthusiastic cries or a fight- both are entirely plausible in Tangier). I don’t feel the need to fill space with anything but this unique sort of white noise and my own thoughts swimming among it.
However, there is something about winter- the month of December especially- that starts to give me this pressing need for a daily soundtrack.Read More
I am writing less than I normally do today, because this- this is about the movement. Sometimes dance doesn't need too many extra words.
Several days ago I made myself go to the studio for the first time in about two weeks. Between plans with friends, teaching yoga, a bruised arch on my left foot and a general lack of inspiration or spark, I just could not be bothered to get myself into that space of creativity and movement.Read More
I arrived in the two am deep darkness, foggy from the train ride and altogether exhausted from a day’s worth of travel. Two of the very kind co-founders of the festival picked me up and drove my disoriented self through country road and tiny winding streets until we reached a looming pair of gates. We pulled up behind a building and I could barely see a thing around me except above, a vast sparkling array of stars mapped out like a planetarium. I stumbled inside, upstairs, and practically fell headfirst into the grand and comfortable shape of a canopied bed before passing out for the next 5 hours.Read More
The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp has become an incredibly influential book for artists of all mediums, but if there is anything I have learned as a dancer from reading this manifesto multiple times, it's this: Ruby, you need to dance every single day. I mean, my God, Twyla Tharp gets up every day at 5:30am to train.Read More