In the last month and a half, I've discovered just how much I love to drill moves. Choreographing is fun. Coming up with patterns is fun. Improv is real fun. Rehearsing is OK. But there's something about picking a move (or a pattern of layers) and a good mix of music, and practicing it over and over again until it becomes muscle memory. I don't have to think at all - just feel the movement becoming slightly more wrote in my body. I don't have to decide what comes next - the list of drills I've written for myself sits nearby. I don't have to think "oh my god how long have I been doing this?" because my timer beeps every minute to remind me that hey, it's only been less than a minute or yo, you've been doing this move for three minutes now which feels pretty damned awesome when I only required myself to do it for one, but loved it so much I went for three.
The problem with the fan moves is that...I don't know any of their names. Writing out drill sequences for my fan spinning is just a list of scribbles reading "spin alt up & down, side plane" and "weave alt finger (side) & thumb (front)". (That's the move I learned from Aaron over the weekend in the snow!)
Anyway, here's a picture of el temple du danserino, my personal dance church, Theatre of Movement, sanctuary, lit up at night with snow on the ground outside.