Thanks for a great semester!

Hey everyone.... Thanks for everybody who has sent revised reviews so far. They look great. Keep ’em coming. I want to get as many of them online as possible. What I've been doing is just reading them over, making a few edits, and then sending them back to you to look over and then forward on to Eric. 

Maria just sent me a bunch of amazing photos of the STREB performance. I've picked out a few of my favorites and posted them here. I particularly love this one (above). For those of you who couldn't make it, this guy is trying to worm his way through a plexiglas box full of five other dancers. (Abigail described them, appropriately, as looking like “very flexible sardines”). Sweaty ones too! I hope they clean that box between performances.

So I'm really proud of all the great work you all did this semester. Thanks so much for hanging in there with the herky-jerky schedule and working on your writing despite all of your other commitments. David Cote, by the way, was really impressed with all of you. We both agreed that we were doofuses in comparison to you guys when we were in high school. 

See you Wednesday!

Shea

Trampoline

This piece was super cool. Just seconds after this spring-loaded picture was taken, the dancer flew out of the trampoline and then posed in the air before thudding down on the mat. Another dancer followed, and another, and another, each one suspended in the air for just one moment, stock-still. Hypnotic!

"Fly" by Maria Gindler

I love the color on this one. I don’t remember it being so brilliant. The dancers are suspended by rappelling cables from the ceiling and “flying” down the wall. 

One last photo.... "Roof"

His master-of-the-universe pose belies the fact that he's buckled into a harness and connected to the ceiling with bungee cords à la Peter Pan. So don't worry, he's not going to crash down on her head (though she looks like she could take it, doesn't she?).

Thanks Maria!!

the story thus far

the weather is warm!

since this is my first time doing trac in the spring (also, my first time doing trac and APs at the same time...eek) i've seen the weather get warmer with more show-seeing and review-writing instead of colder. yesterday abigail (my fellow new jerseyan) and i walked from the train to class without sweaters, and it was glorious. i remembered huddling together in groups down a much colder sixth avenue on our way to passing strange a month ago. the passing strange outing was, in particular, sort of a collection of everything that is trac: it was a free musical, a damn good free musical, and afterwards we talked to the cast, which included eisa davis, a past trac instructor.

yesterday in class we realized that next week is the last class. it came as sort of a surprise - we knew we were going to end soon, but next week? spring trac has slipped through our fingers and left us in a cloud of experienced dust, from the discussions in class, the writing, the editing, and of course, the art we saw itself.