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time travel

Posted on by Molly Johnson

i am on a train. again. this time i have a waffle.

saturday night, in genk, belgium, i had the intense privilege of performing for a rather exceptional artist, and an equally exceptional friend. sabina perry and i met at the school of toronto dance theatre in 2001. we spent three years with martha and when that time came to its conclusion, with retrofitted contractions and spirals in our arsenal, she headed overseas to pursue the european experience, while i began my career in toronto.

nine years later, we are fundamentally the same. but life, work, environment, choices - these have shaped us into two distinct human beings and artists. we are no longer standing at a crossroads at the beginning of some unknown voyage, we have each taken a path that has led us to this point. and there is great beauty in these diverging points of view, these parallel points on a map. with space and time and a fresh perspective, we are able to see each other with new eyes.

about a year ago, i was lucky (thank you ontario arts council) to see sabina perform with the md kollektiv in germany. and now she has seen me in my work with le carré des lombes. as friends and colleagues, we talk a lot about our work, we are both fiercely involved in our art form, but to have this actual exchange is all too rare. and it is inspiring.

many of us come from the same place, and have similar experiences as we commence our artistic paths. and for sure, we should always look back to where we came from; our roots keep us grounded and remind us we are part of the same tree. but for me, where it really gets exciting is when we begin to veer off course, when we take right instead of left and get lost in the process. getting lost demands that we begin to understand where it is that we we really want to be, and how on earth we will get there.

i was nervous to dance for sabina, and at the same time, champing at the bit for the opportunity. i am confident in what i do; if i wasn't, i wouldn't do it. i was nervous because i wanted her to see everything. to see how i have carved my way from our beginning to our present, how i have slowly but surely found myself where i want to be. i know she felt the same when she danced for me.

it's something special, this. to look at our present by way of our past, and see how very far we've come.


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