I don’t know precisely when I stopped doing my spontaneous solo dancing in public places, nor why I stopped. But I DO know that I am back in the game. And that I have my innovative, generous pals from Elm City Dance Collective (ECDC) to thank for getting me back on track.
It started a few weeks ago when I performed with ECDC in a public art performance in the sidewalks, street and crosswalks of a nearby city (which I wrote about a few posts back in “dancing in the streets”). The thrill came rushing back: performing up close and personal and UNEXPECTEDLY as part of people’s going about their day. Art as an integral thread in the tapestry of everyday life. YES!
Of course, being in an audience or performing in a more conventional venue have their own allure. But for sheer goosebumping enchantment, the pop up art has my vote.
One moment you’re walking along on your way to an errand or going over your mental list and vavoom! Folks around you start dancing or singing, making art!…and then melt back into the landscape. The jolt of the surprise heightens our sense of wonder and expands our sense of the possible, as creativity and beauty are lavished on our days. People all over the world appreciate the powerful magic of this form, as evidenced by the popularity of flashmobs.
So, as I perched on the curb the other gloriously sunny day, waiting for the walk sign in the center of my suburban town, I remembered my abandoned project of “flashmobsoloing” in public places–highway rest areas, town greens, open spaces. Why would I not dance right here, right now, adding some art and spontaneity to the lockstepping humdrum?
So, I did.
Not a lot. But enough dancing to cause some folks to snap their heads around in a double take “whoa, what just happened?” Enough to offer up some art to the universe.
And why not dance? Have you ever considered how odd, and pretty unoriginal, it is that we walk, and usually in a straight line and frontally, everywhere? I mean, why not a little skip here, with some arm swings and a little twirl there and an occasional leap or a jump?
Sure, it’s nerve-racking to defy the relentless pull of convention, to step out and be different. But if we moved our amazing bodies more comprehensively and variously in our day to day lives, our bodies would be grateful….and we might not need so many exercise regimens. Plus, it would be a whole lot more interesting and… even beautiful :).
So the next time you are crossing the street or waiting for a friend or the metro, keep a look out. I or a kindred spirit might come leaping by. And, who knows? Maybe you’ll join me. Even with a tiny pinky dance, your signature cool moves, or that priceless facial dance: a smile? Or at another time with your own “dance” of a poem or a painting or a song (thank you, Rachael :)).
Even if you don’t join in somehow this time around, it’s possible another time. And when there’s possibility, who knows what other magic could happen.