nottingham

Lizzie and I are in Nottingham. Time is passing quickly or it feels that we are stuck in an eternally repeating day. Moving in the studio feels difficult, even with our newly purchased tracksuit pants, but we are finding a way slowly. I have realised how absolutely linked my emotions are to my dancing practice, and because I am trying to ignore or hold back or deny my aching heart (the deep chasm of not being with Ada) and pretend I can just carry on like normal, I am not finding my dance ability very satisfying. Today was the second day of our 'dance to an album warm up practice' through which some things were found and I remembered again how much I love Martin Creed. His ballet and his talks. Brilliant.