Reflection Paper On Dance

When I was four years old I was introduced to a tall, petite, beautiful ballerina who spun around the room with elegance, and effortlessly captured the crowd with her stunning abilities. As a little girl, I sparkled with admiration and was inspired to be all she was, it was from that point on, that I ventured into an unknown world of art, strength and expression. Now being eighteen years old with about fourteen years of experience in the dance world, I have learned and developed the norms, values and practices of the culture, and the conflicting theory within it.

When I started volunteering at Utica Dance in the fall of 2014, I was just as nervous as the newly enrolled dancers in the class I was about to teach. Even though I was only the Volunteer Assistant to the Dance Instructor, I felt as if a heavy responsibility was placed upon me. I oversaw almost twelve children ranging from seven to thirteen who all wanted desperately to become professional dancers, many of which are still pursuing that dream. On top of that, all these children had begged their parents to sign them up for an expensive, intensive fundamental ballet program; then dragged their parents to buy tights and leotards; then dragged them into the waiting room of a dance

From kindergarten until high school, I was a member of the Jean Wolfmeyer School of Dance. Up to 5 days per week, I would be at the dance studio taking classes, rehearsing for shows, and helping out in the less advanced classes. Regardless of skill level, Jean never hesitated to speak the brutally honest truth about students’ performances and she never settled for anything less than perfection. Jean would often preach that she is only the instruction manual and she cannot make us good dancers, we had to do that for ourselves. However, it was not her critique or teaching alone that motivated dancers to perform well, it was her relentless work ethic and commitment to her studio. As a 70 year-old women, Jean held classes as much as 7 days per

Of all the values that dancing instilled within me, I believe I learned the greatest lesson when I forfeited my first love. In my mind, I rationalized that school’s importance outweighed my devotion to dance. In my eighth grade year, my studio encouraged me to join their dance company, while my school implemented an academic plan for me that met my educational needs, which included placing me in ninth grade honors courses. Faced with the truth of the difficulty of balancing schoolwork with a demanding practice schedule, I reluctantly withdrew from my dance

powers animated the human body, the body could serve as a kind of lever to bring about

The dancers in the earliest ballets were highly skilled professionals capable of feats of strength and agility.

On Wednesday, November 18th, I had the pleasure to attend and watch the Dance Plus’s Fall show. The Dance Plus was performed at the Douglass Theatre, Victoria Mastrobuno Theater. When I entered the show the theatre seemed a little small for such big crowed. I immediately thought there would not be enough seats for all the audience, but somehow it fitted everyone. As everyone got settled down, the dance performance had started. I chose to write about the first performance that was choreographed by the amazing director, Jessica Lange her work was simply wonderful! I loved every little piece of the play. It put a smile on my face watching this amazing work of art. So with that said, I would now like to talk about the dance performance. There were

I’ve grown up in a ballet studio. Not literally, of course, but it is where I’ve spent the majority of my childhood. Throughout the years, the arts have followed me despite the different places life has taken me. Whether it be dance, acting, or music, performing has always played a role in my life. My experiences both on and off the stage have been rocky and unpredictable, but I wouldn’t trade this thrilling adventure for the world.

The first dance performance I will be analyzing is “Don’t Fall Asleep”. There were dark red lights coming from the top before the dance began. Overall, there were fifteen dancers. There were many different props such as a bed with blankets on top that were rolling around on stage. Also, there was an acorn head that one of the dancers wore on top of his head. The music in the background was “Sweet dreams (Are Made of This)”. When watching this performance and the movement from the dancers, the story line in my opinion was there was a girl who was trying to sleep but she kept being awaken by these dreams. Her body language, jumping in and out of bed, running around basically made you aware that she was looking or running from something. The surrounding

The huge crowd of fans is cheering at me. A ball of nasty sweat ran down my forehead down my cheek and unto my chest. My head, arms and legs are juggling balls. They were shaking faster than a male relay race runner. The competitors are smiling and laughing with excitement at us. Bumping, shaking and twirling at the judges, they knew they had more points than us. Next up, since my team members put me as the leader of the group I got ready to perform. I do remember the practices we had trained so hard for, at least I think I remember I have a terrible memory. For example, I forget what I do or what I ate or even how i was dressed the day before. Scary right? I began 1 and 2 and 3 and 4. Turn together, step, pivot , clap, and swirl down, and up again.

The main character in this case is Chen Yu. Instead of growing up in a happy and complete family condition, he was left by his mother once after he was born on the first day. His father soon arranged him to be taken care of his aunt. Naturally, Chen yu did not have a close relationship with his father. He even did not know what his father was doing every day, or what the occupation of his father was. Until one day when he was nine years old, he saw his father chasing people with weapons, wanted to kill people. He then realized that his father was a triad member, which the adults always said as bad guy. Chen Yu admitted that he felt lonely as there was an absence of care and love of parents. He was somehow angry with his father that he could seldom saw his father. There was lack of communication between them, resulted in an unfamiliar relationship even though Chen Yu knew that his father loved him and spoiled him in the way that allowed him to do whatever he wanted. In

Coming into this semester, I had many ballet related goals for myself. I knew I had the opportunity to work towards those goals and hopefully achieve them. I was expecting a lot out of myself throughout the semester, but I don’t feel I achieved everything I had hoped I would. I do feel that I improved in my technique, but there are aspects that still need improvement.

On December 8th, 2017 I viewed the Martial Artists and Acrobats of Tianjin at the Walton Arts Center. I enjoyed several different aspects of the performance. The choreography and the costumes conveyed different ideas to the audience. Sometimes the choreography was slow and sad, other times it was upbeat and happy. This variety provided a gratifying experience to those in the house.

A series of set of movements to music, either alone or with a partner. That is the definition of dancing. Dancing is a way to express one's feeling and to get active.

On December 1, 2017, in the University Theatre at California State University, Dominguez Hills, I observed the fall dance concert Rise. It was choreographed by Amy Michelle Allen, Marco A, Carreon, Sarah Cashmore, Jeff Hendrix, Erin Landry, Doris Ressl Acosta, and Kenneth Walker, with the long cast of dancers. The production was pleasing, and would not have been believable without the work from production designers, Frederick Depontee and Cheryl Sheldon. Rise is played out in eight different dance routines, which were Xtra Xtra, Scar Tissue, Hart Broken, Things Are A Stirrin’, and the rest are intermissions such as Female Energy, Women, Exotica, Strength In Numbers, and Makina.