Starting school this past week presented many emotions and uncertainties for all of us. As parents, we had to choose whether to send our kids back to school so to reintegrate them into their own communities of friends and teachers who inspire and challenge them with the Covid-19 pandemic lurking and escalating to a potential second wave or to keep our kids home in a more isolated environment perhaps with siblings and a few other friends while trying to stay clear of contagion.
For teachers, however it seemed to be two to three weeks of confusion, information, misinformation, new protocols, changing of new protocols and scheduling what for me looked like the script of a comedy sketch…enter Stage Right Monday Cohort 1A, Exit Stage Left, Cohort 2B on camera, Go, Cohort 2A Enter Down Stage Left but only on alternate Wednesdays when the moon is in crescent position… and Go…cue lights…go…and sound…go…
Lights up…uhhh What’s my line? How do I do this? I have no idea what’s happening, I do have my mask and my happy pink tape to put arrows on the floor…and of course my Legwarmers…s’all I got.
As well as being the co-director of Two Sisters Dance Projects Inc. I also teach at a high school that hosts a Regional Arts Program to which Covid-19 brings extra challenges. The singers are not allowed to sing but they can hum, the flautists can’t play their instruments at school but they can practice at home. The actors can still act but they can’t block their scenes in close proximity, visual artists can draw and paint but they can not share materials such as pastels, pencils, canvases, and brushes and dancers… we can dance but only in our designated spots, with 2 meters between one another. Choreographically, we can not explore compression of space, partnering, leaning, shared weight, contact improvisation, or lifts which is pretty much everything that connects us as dancers.
What was essential for me was safety for myself and the dancers, making sure we were properly physically distancing during the class while still allowing for hydration and oxygen seeing as masks are to be worn through the entire 3 hour class.
I began to focus on what we could work on during Covid and not what we couldn’t do so to not fully break my artistic heart. I marked Down Stage Centre and somewhat knowing, (but not really), how many dancers I’d have in each cohort I spaced out the room with X’s on the floor for 12 students each measuring out with 2 meters in between each dancer.
X ———— 2M———— X ————2M————X ————2M———— X
X————2M————X————2M————X————2M————X
X———— 2M———— X ————2M————X ————2M———— X
I also designated an area behind the curtain that separates the studio from the entrance where the desk is a place for a dancer to lower their masks and safely breathe, should they feel light headed. They can chassé away from the instructional portion of the class and slip behind the curtain to breathe and grab some water before joining again.
An extra cleaning of tea tree oil and water over the surfaces even though the custodial staff cleans twice daily now. I’m just not sure if they get to the cubbies or the ballet barres…and I opened the windows that I’m not allowed to open for fear of throwing off some sort of air pressurized system that seemingly unites all schools in the board… I brought my own Allen key.
Looking at the sterilized studio with coloured tape on the floor, sparkling ballet barres, designated breathing area, I thought … Hm this looks good but why am I still so nervous?
I wanted to make sure I was doing right by the dancers, I wanted to make sure they were safe too. Finally Monday came: the hallways were unusually quiet as I opened the studio door, there they stood in a physically distanced line outside the hall waiting to come in.
Familiar faces under sparkly masks, “Ms.B yay you’re here…air hugs!!.. Ms. B…are we dancing today?…Can someone explain the schedule? Ms.B, how are you? Wow! thank you for the spots for us to sit in…Hey we’re in the studio, …it’s so clean..”
The dancers found their place in the space, and everything fell to a complete quiet which was unusual for the first day of school. Everyone sitting in their Covid spaces. Hmm… how do we regain a sense of community again when we’ve been indoors for 6 months?
For the first 15 minutes before I started to go through the rules and regulations of how this quadmester works and what we can and cannot do during Covid. I had the dancers stay in their spaces and turn to talk to someone. Keep your distance, keep your masks on and talk, listen and laugh. I got in there too and learned that some of my students have parents who are nurses and for the first 2 months of Covid my students and their siblings were living with their grandparents so to stay safe while their parents battled on the frontlines at the hospital. Some kids went to work right away becoming essential workers at grocery stores, and others said goodbye to loved ones who had succumbed to the disease itself. We were in a whole new place than when we left on March 13, 2020. I heard so many dancers saying the same thing by the end of their conversations, “I’m just so glad to be here and to be dancing again.” “I’m so glad to dance again…I need this. “We’re ready to dance Ms.B, time to let go and find our happiness again.”
Find our happiness again. This was the key reason as to why we dance, the reason why every kid from 5 to 105 needs to dance…alongside freedom of expression, human connection, creativity, multiple layers of thinking and kinaesthetic learning, sometimes it’s simply to experience joy. I needed to find that again too..
On our first day of actual dance class I let the dancers know that our intermittent use of improvisation through the space to connect to one another physically for our modern classes (Grade 11 Cohorts A and B) as well as our partner dance section of the warm-up for our jazz classes (Grade 10 Cohorts A and B) could not be practiced at this time. We’d have to work in our own spots for the time being, no overlapping or compression of space. What I wanted to do was to really have them feel energized regardless of their inability to locomote, their movement could still be fully embodied and genuinely expressed. I asked them to picture their company of 12 dancers on a dimly lit stage with minimal side booms on stage right and left casting shadows across the floor. Then I asked them to picture top lights over each of them..pick a colour…Blue Miss…”Great Blue it is, now turn your light on and dance regardless of whether this is a fun jazz warm up or the Graham bounces. Notice your community, we’ve danced together before but now it’s different somehow. It’s tighter, more meaningful.”
It became real, real smiles -nothing put on, appreciation of the person 2 meters away executing the same exercises. The room began to fill with a genuine communal connection in the execution of a simple Fosse jazz hand. Lights out.
Improvisation is always something that I use in all of my classes whether I’m teaching or choreographing in an Elementary School, High School, Dance Studio or University. I had the students improvise down the room in partners keeping 2 meters apart. The goal of the improv game was to simply follow the leader in movement, copying one another’s vocabulary. I designated the first person as the leader but as the movement and direction changed the leadership would naturally fall to the 2nd person, bouncing back and forth as the movement unfolded. The challenge was to keep it fluid so that we the audience didn’t see who was leading and to keep the timing and the movement as together as possible so to make it seem that it was a set duet. Tricky!!! Yes!! Fun!! Yes!! As always with an improv things change and mould and the dancers need to make decisions based on where they are in space at that exact moment.
As the dancers began to move, some with ease, others with trepidation the mood began to change again. All the dancers watched one another while standing in their designated places “Wow…Cool…Yes!!…Did you see them!!?..Awesome.” Masks on, dancers connecting though distant, moving across the floor while creativity and excitement over their own self discovery prevailed. Twelve dancers in a Covid world, respecting the power of our new limits and turning it into something beautiful, tangible and memorable. A moment of the old world thrown into the new, bright eyes under colourful masks, joining in 2 at a time, suspended in their own imaginations and accompanied by music. The dancers finished their improvisations standing on new solid ground, smiling as they looked at one another. "Thank you Miss. Thank you Dancers… Now go wash your hands!!
416 629 5644
info@twosistersdanceprojects.com
26 Thirty Fifth Street Toronto,
Ontario, Canada M8W 3E9
Website built and powered by:
Optix Digital Solutions