It’s time now to admit freely and fully that I am head over heals in love with Contact Improvisation (CI). 11 years after my introduction to the form, I’m ready to build my life around its growth and dissemination.
I believe in CI as a social movement, a therapy, and a form of movement research within which to discover more and more about humanity and of what we are capable. From having barely scratched the surface in my lab work so far in (Juice and NYC), it is becoming increasingly clear that the explorations have direct and easily detectable metaphorical/social content which, provided the right scores to act as lenses, honestly and succinctly embody relationships with ourselves, others, and our environments.
I went to the Monday night jam tonight because I wanted to get back to basics, to focus on the fluid rolling point, and to do it with beginners. There are often plenty of newbies at the Monday night jam.
My first dance was with a woman who clearly had introduction to CI, and who, nonetheless was fairly new to the form. I found the most effective approach to enjoying the dance with her was not doing…waiting for the subtle shift, or the unignorable impulse to move us into the new moment. In fact, this was the way I approached much of the evening. The man I danced with after her was utterly new to dancing, CI, the whole gamut. I took him onto a strong back/butt shelf and encouraged him to relax, go to sleep, before softening him back into the floor. He had a tendency to move a lot, and lose his balance from exerting far more effort than necessary–stiffening his body into a board that was always slightly off balance and catching itself. Distal to proximal body parts, replacing with another distal to proximal was a pattern that happened with us. This repetition and slowing down seemed to soften him a little…and we managed to have some fun, too.
There’s a tendency in men who’s initial exposure to CI is at jams to see and be excited by the lifting going on. They often try to replicate the idea, but through constricting the movement of their partner’s limbs in order to accomplish the lifts more dangerously than they realize. I did a fair bit of warm resistance to being pinned and lifted dangerously. One of these dances tonight became a game of chase to lift. I was the tricky chasie, perpetually finding ways out of and around impending binds, and sometimes find ways to sneak in a lift of my would be lifter..hah ha! Good fun.
My final dance of the evening was with a seasoned contacter who was just as intent on trickery as on being in the gap ( contextualized here). It was just the balance of daring and being that I needed to conclude my Monday night.