Stuck? Invent Something
While I was dancing in Paris, I worked with Olivier Bioret, a French choreographer who uses dance notation to generate and experiment with movement. His classes and rehearsals were both intellectually and physically stimulating, something I seek in dance. At one point, I contorted myself into a position, and in a moment of frustration, gasped, "I'm stuck." Without missing a beat, Olivier turned to me and said:
The moment you are stuck is the moment you are about to invent something.
Yet, in the past year, I have felt stuck a lot. I could not bring myself to write a single poem for the entire month of January, and I am dealing with another bout of writer's block right now. Choreographically, I spent all of my sophomore year in the studio, but failed to create anything I liked or was remotely proud of. Even this blog felt stale and monotonous for a while, which was something I never expected.
Being surrounded by art in Paris inspired me to pick up my feet and go back to the studio. I wrote so many poems, good and bad, but I was writing. When I walked into the dance library and saw this quote by Charles Baudelaire:
La danse, c'est la poésie avec des bras et des jambs.
The quote translates to "Dance is poetry with the arms and legs." Often, I feel stuck when I am trying to tie together my interests, and it just does not work. Yet, here in Paris, I found a quote that captured exactly how I feel about my study of the language of dance, which is, for me, inherently connected to my study of English.
Then, I went to the Shakespeare & Company bookstore, and my books came in a bag featuring a famous Voltaire quote:
Let us read and let us dance; these two amusement will never do any harm to the world.
Again, I was reminded of the two activities I love most, and inspired to continue to connect these creative processes in any ways I can. Out of my periods of "stuck," I have begun to create and invent movement and meaning in my work.
This is probably my greatest lesson from my time abroad, a time when I felt stuck, homesick, and tired more often than I felt creative and exhilarated. And yet, the art I invented while there is beginning to make my process and style much clearer.
Tomorrow, I begin my junior year of college. This year, when I am stuck, I know that I am just that much closer to inventing something.
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