Finally Back On The Silks

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One word: Yasssssss!

We got a great explanation today about getting into this inversion (crossback straddle/v inversion).

Sure, you can try to just muscle it up with your legs, but that’s the hard way (and note the word try, here — many, maybe most, can’t actually invert from the upright crossback straddle just by muscling it up).

The — well, let’s be frank — the less hard way (it still requires a fair bit of strength and coordination, but feels pretty easy once you get it) is to use your abs to contract up through the hollow-body position while pushing the poles of the silks away with your hands (which should be quite high).

Basically, you pull your pelvis towards your face using the core muscles, just as if you were doing a head-tail contraction in Modern dance.

I couldn’t do this with any degree of polish before my recent break-for-illness — not because I was weaker (though I was, towards the end), but because I hadn’t grasped the point about using hollow-body to achieve the inversion.

Today, Tall C explained that, and it clicked. Huzzah! Denis didn’t hear her, and still wound up muscling through it with great struggle. A couple classmates and I mentioned the hollow-body part when he came down (we also mentioned it when he was on the silks, but he couldn’t hear us over the sound of his effort, heh).

He’ll get it next time.

Honestly, since I haven’t been doing silks, I expected today’s class to suck — but it was actually awesome.

We also have video in which I — clearly tired — basically mark my way through a bit of choreography and fumble into arabesque at the end. I’ll post it later. Watching it, I was surprised that my transitions didn’t look like complete crap, given that I was pretty cooked and really not even trying.

Anyway, it’s good to be back at it, and I think my newly-reduced schedule will help immensely.

À bientôt, mes amis.

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About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Getting along pretty well with bipolar disorder. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.

Posted on 2016/04/09, in balllet, choreography, class notes, silks. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Urgent same-night modern monday comment.

    A FOUÉTTÉ. YES. REALLY. I MIGHT JUST ANNOUNCE MY BIRTHDAY IS 11TH APRIL FROM NOW ON.

    not that I got it again, and this came after a class where my turns sucked horribly, but still. it was a thing that happened.

    class was quite odd after the three week gap – everyone was visibly hazy about sequences, the boss included, and she wanted to recap literally all of ours, so it was a bit unfocused. also, daylight is now with us for the whole class and you can’t imagine how much less bad we all look without the grim fluorescent lighting.

    (Speaking of which, I found out the building I take class in has a nuclear bunker in the basement.)

    • OMFG YASSSSSSSSSSS!!!! Fouettés are the best!

      Also, hooray for less grim fluorescent lighting! Ballet should not feel like interview with KGB!

      Also, it is good to hear about the nuclear bunker — I can now rest easier, knowing that if we are obliterated by a nuclear attack at some point in the near future, your class, at least, will survive to preserve the arts of ballet and modern dance.

      Sadly, none of my classes have nuclear bunkers, so we will all perish. The future of dance lies in your hands! 😉

      • As long as thermonuclear war breaks out at one of two or three very specific times during the week, the plan should work….I’m confident we can beat the tai chi group to the airlock and if necessary fight them for cans of spam or whatever the 1950s civil defence staffers left in there.

      • Excellent. I feel that the future of the human race is in excellent shape, all things considered.

    • Many thanks for that link, by the way — not only was the picture beautiful, but it was really very heartening to read about how ABT started from basically nothing!

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