| 27 July 2020 |
lord fucking jesus help me lord christ i fucking cannot believe i have to move. i got off a plane two seconds ago, the world done lost it’s mind and now hahaahahhahahahhahah i gotta pull off a full out move ALONE like a damn asshole in the night. bahahahahaha ummmmm so of course i look at everything so much, i spend all my time looking at all my things. which makes it such that when the movers arrive most of my apartment is unpacked. very unfortunate. when i was 19 – i guess-ish i was 19, maybe 17? who cares – i was really into recipes. um stop the jokes i still am. i mean. anyway. i clearly found some old file folders from my aunt from when she was in university and found more life more life for them.
| 28 July 2020 |
i thought that i didn’t care about dancing anymore, really. i mean not really, but you know what i mean? and i thought that i didn’t know how to do techno alone anymore. but my bathroom and the tiny hallway in front of the bathroom has become the club. one night i went to buy kombucha and party mix at the gas station and a track came on that sounded like the perfect bass math and a voice on the track kept repeating “fuck the government”. i’ve taken this as a sign that i need to keep fucking dancing.
| 29 July 2020 |
uh, i have been meaning to send this comic book to jacob wren. but i kept getting nervous about how he might feel about his book being used as drawing paper for my booboo doodle. i am pretty sure he would be okay with it and maybe find it cute. but i couldn’t be sure? um, but here i do it in full out broad daylight. i think he’ll be okay with it. hehehhe. oops sorry jacob if this makes you feel bizarre. but i thought it was the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen. my kid is on publishing fire.
| 30 July 2020 |
i mean i KNEW i made a shit load of changes as of late in order to make more room for love, to spend time with people i really wanted to spend time with. it’s happening.
| 31 July 2020 |
i mean, the systems had been FRIED. i don’t know how to use instagram cause i dunno leave me alone, but there are some gooooodies on there!!! like, angie cheng posted this photo of herself one day in a series she’s been doing about well basically not being in pajamas all day now that that’s what the days are demanding us to do. and one day she posted herself in the suit of my dreams. now it is official, i am a fuzzy. i will have to go see what the hell a fuzzy really is, but someone i love said this to me when i sent them a photo of myself basking in the glory of my nervous system calming the hell down. it was all kinds of 34 degrees when that shit arrived but i didn’t care. i put it on and lay there for like 2 hrs. it was the best i had felt in months. the doodle tried it on when he got back from his papa’s the next week and he clearly felt the same way.
Dana Michel is a choreographer and live artist. She is currently touring three solo performance works, Yellow Towel, Mercurial George and CUTLASS SPRING. In 2014, she was awarded the newly created ImPulsTanz Award (Vienna) in recognition for outstanding artistic accomplishments, and was highlighted among notable female choreographers of the year by the New York Times. In 2017, she has been awarded the Silver Lion for Innovation in Dance at the Venice Biennale. In 2018, she became the first ever dance artist in residence at the National Arts Centre, Canada. Recently, she was awarded the ANTI Festival International Prize for Live Art. Based in Montreal, she is an associate artist with Par B.L.eux.
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