Bourgeon’s mission, through our online publication and community initiatives, is twofold: to increase participation in the arts and to improve access to the arts. Bourgeon is a project of the not-for-profit Day Eight.
"I'm an aspiring storyteller, I guess. But I've realized more and more that you don't have to have very many ingredients to imply that there's a story, without actually telling it."
A few years ago I was asked by a non-profit organization to dance Isadora Duncan's Marseillaise at one of their events. The problem was that The Marseillaise is a lost choreography! There are no pictures or video from performance.
The founder of dance at Glen Echo discusses the dance scene in Washington in the 1970s and 1980s, and how she worked with the Park Service to create one of the first major local public dance institutions.
"Blogs are a part of an ever-deepening pool of ‘new media’, and dance, like the rest of the world, is quickly diving in." Local dancer and writer Stephanie Yezek investigates the local pool.
"Middle Eastern dance schools play upon harem-mother-goddess fantasies of adult students. One has to give credit for business savvy, but what is being sacrificed in terms of art and ethics? In a bid to take over the local market, unskilled student dancers have been sent out on behalf of the studio to perform for fees that are either shockingly below the going rate or, which is worse, free."
I will try to give a basic outline of how I work through my design process so that choreographers and designers may have a guide as to how to put their ideas together.
Tyrant-Poem
IWe will shake our bodies like animals abandoned in the forest,and the moon will sing lullabies for thedead;the dead who were mine and did...
New Day, New War
dawn breaks over dust—jets thunder into IranIsrael’s warning
missiles cross at dusk—sirens bloom in BeershebaTel Aviv trembles
bunker busters boom—America joins the fraycall...
Glass Houses
We hide behind glass—thin, trembling breath,shattered silence,each crack a raw wound,a secret bleeding light.Truth fractures us—yet in jagged breaks,strength flickers, trembling,not a mask,...