This is exhausting. Cailleacha Damhsa (Dancing Hags) A hag gets tired. Each session we open with a dance to warm up. A song goes on. Any song. We move. And we did that this session as usual, however it wasn’t enough to set sail on an ocean of movement. So we sat...
Walking with the Ancestors. Cailleacha Damhsa (Dancing Hags) A moving timelessness connects me. Using intuition for movement, emotion and memory over technique, taps into an understanding that we are part of the earth, an ancient line. In our continuing work together...
An Irish Wolfhound walks into a bar. Cailleacha Damhsa (Dancing Hags) The Irish Wolfhound was indeed an Irish Wolfhound, the bar was a stage, and we were enamoured immediately. We were bounding and leaping in the small church hall, Robyn and I making progress in...
Dancing like my life depends on it. Cailleacha Damhsa (Dancing Hags) Because it does Researching gyms is not the same as going to gyms. I had plenty of warning signs – knees, hips mostly. So signing up at gym was about strength, stamina and moving parts of my...
Moving bodies and moving machines. Cailleacha damhsa (Dancing Hags) The body is round, soft and malleable. The machine is straight, hard and will not give unless it fails. The body begins with failure. This is a Journal of the project Cailleacha Damhsa (dancing hags),...
Finding my signature moves. Cailleacha damhsa (Dancing Hags) I’m a visual person, is it weird that I can’t visualise myself? Kicking a new film idea into pre-production is tough, I resist opening the door because I am fully aware there is no closing it...
