Friday, June 25, 2010
In the sacred honeycombs of New York contemporary dance this week, the worker bees are busy buzzing in and out of the cells at all hours intent on their task. Even in the passageway outside, I feed off of the elixir dripping from the rehearsal going on, just on the other side. It is a delicious excruciating position - is their honey sweeter? thicker? more golden? flowing prettier? I wait my turn to prove my cache.