Ballet…the San Francisco Treat

Oh, its always hard to return to normal life after a lovely bit of vacation, especially a ballet vacation. Those are always the very best. This past weekend, I flew up to San Francisco. It’s just a little over an hour by plane but it’s a very different experience from Los Angeles. Balmy and crisp to L.A.’s heavy heat, even in the middle of winter. Mornings and evenings are often shrouded in a moist, grey fog which is quite an improvement to the hazy smog of Los Angeles’ evenings. It’s wonderful to be released from the confines of a vehicle caught in traffic freed to wander around a walking city, full of charm and wit. And then hop on a cable car and ride down to the wharf to eat steamed crab and watch sea lions lounge in the afternoon warmth. It’s a lovely city and I highly recommend it as a destination and not just for a vacation… San Francisco is home to the amazing San Francisco Ballet. Most people think of New York when they think of American ballet but actually San Francisco Ballet is America’s oldest professional ballet company. They are an amazing company with both mature and well-seasoned dancers and energetic youth raring for opportunity and teeming with talent. San Francisco is indeed a destiny for ballet lovers.

SF Ballet does this wonderful thing where they overlap programs. It must be harsh on the dancers but for the audience, it’s fab! I can head up to SF and get to watch two different ballets by the same company in a single weekend! I love it!! The company performs at the War Memorial Opera House which is a beaux-arts building that first opened it’s doors in 1932. It’s worn around the edges but beautiful in that patinaed kind of way with a stunning sky blue ceiling.

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Offerings for the weekend included a Program 1 which was a mixed bill and Giselle. Friday night was Serenade, RakU, and Lambarena. Balanchine’s Serenade is pure, bold, and somehow both spiritual and sensual. It’s genius is that to experience Serenade is to journey through the emotions – sometimes exquisite, sometimes simple, the movement is often in patterns but never just geometry, it’s stark and then luscious. If, in the words of Balanchine, ballet is woman, then perhaps Serenade is ballet. Next up was RakU. I’m not sure exactly how to explain RakU, perhaps the best descriptor is to say that it is performance art. RakU and Yuan Yuan Tan are inseparable. She helped create this role and it is entirely hers. The choreography is very contemporary and at times completely avant-garde. To be honest, some of it has to be painful to complete, the difficulty and the drama of the movement is not hidden. It’s very theatrical and although I usually eschew theater in my ballet, I cannot help but love RakU and YY in this amazing work of art. The evening ended with Lambarena. I wasn’t really familiar with this work and so I was quite taken by surprise – to bad it wasn’t a good surprise. Lambarena is a ballet version of The Lion King but without the exuberance and joy. Of course I’m hoping that The Lion King is exuberant and joyous because I’ve never seen it. Nor the Disney movie. I enjoy ethnic work – that’s part of why I like RakU, for the butoh. But here…Lorena Feijoo worked it with all the Cuban soul in her awesome body but the fusion of African dance and classical ballet along with the mixing of African music and classical music seemed disjointed and incongruent, at least to me. There were moments that were clever and lovely, too bad not the whole.

On Friday I went to the matinée performance to see Frances Chung‘s debut and only performance this season of Giselle.  Frances has been a principal dancer since 2009 but for some reason isn’t featured that much. It’s a mystery because she is a wonderful, wonderful dancer. She has bright, light movement and a personality and charm that shine through her every move. She danced her Giselle opposite Luke Ingham, a relatively new principal.  Act I was pretty standard fare. Everything was clean and lovely even if not spectacular. Frances and Luke offered up a technically beautiful performance that was a bit on the safe side emotionally. But if they played it safe for the first hour, they stepped it up and owned Act II. I’m partial to Act II anyway and it was absolutely stunning – rich and delicious – a completely satisfying performance.

As a complete and most terrific bonus, I got to see Jeff Tabaco (The Music and the Mirror) again and finally got to meet Ethan Teng (DancingFoodie) and Ballerina Jen!  The power of social media! A ballet vacation made even better with ballet friends.

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Finally ready to join you all in 2015

I know a lot of people don’t like New Year’s resolutions and the like but as a planner and an organizer, I enjoy the whole process of a new beginning. Each new page on my daily planner is a wide open space and I look forward to that opportunity. Each new day, week, month, year presents to me a brand new canvas and I think that is exciting!

Last year meshed right into this year as we said our final goodbyes to my sweet mother-in-law. There was nothing warm, comforting, nor Hallmark card about it. The jagged edge of this parting makes it all the more difficult to wrap the whole thing up neatly and move on.

It seems like the last big chunk of years has been tethered to this or that, all the different and difficult phases of my PhD, particularly the dissertation; my mother-in-law’s life altering stroke and now her passing. Everything in my life has been wound and wrapped around these things. Now I should feel free but instead I feel rather precariously out on a ledge and very much without direction.

Remember that scene in The Shawshank Redemption where Andy crawls through the poop pipe? Freedom is on the other side but oh, the journey!!! I think I’m feeling a little like Red when he was released – Red was here too. A combination of Andy and Red. Okay, it’s certainly not that bad. But I do feel like I’ve crawled through the pipe and I’m still standing in all that mess. I’m at my heaviest weight ever, I’m completely out of shape, the stress and worry has taken its toll, and in many ways I feel like I’ve hit some place that very much has a rock bottom to it.

And still I rise – in the words that sound in my mind in the fabulous voice of Dr. Maya Angelou. I know it’s the end of the January but I’m ready for my New Year to begin. I may be a little behind but I’m here, I’m out of the pipe, and I’m ready to find myself again. And I’m ready to do that with music and movement. I think I’m finally ready for a ballet class.

All will be well. Who wants to dance with me?

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