Post show depression

The Scenery was wrecked. Guessing some people were thoroughly confused. Received the usual platitudes “Nice to see you dancing”, the euphemism for many things – don’t like it, didn’t get it, you can’t dance. Not that people need to have a well articulated opinion after the show, but something.

The houses were filled, not busting at the seams, but more than my last two shows here. So that is nice. Not sure if that is due to Mary and Nina’s names or just knowing more people here in town.

One thing I am learning is that most people are not very curious. And how can you be an artist and not be curious? Yes, everyone had busy lives and many obligations, but one of those obligations as an artist, as a dancer, is to see as much work as possible. To see what is going on, what people are investigating/thinking about. You can only poo-poo someone’s work if you have seen it. And my show was only $15.

How else are you going to learn about art if you don’t go see show? Dance class isn’t much of a place, rehearsal isn’t much of one either. Well, those are both good places, but not as good as seeing other people’s work.

Maybe I am approaching bitterness, but more and more I am convinced that people are not curious.