The work we do in our movement space has a purpose. It has a meaning. We call it “dance class”, which is a sort of paper thin shield over a profound gathering of truth seekers engaging in meaning making that defies easy categorization. I struggle to define...
By Elizabeth Janowski What first grabbed me was a sense that we caught the wrong end of tiger’s tail. We were chasing at phantoms in an attempt to save our souls and this was why we just kept shadow boxing, never quite able to make an...
By Liz Janowski 5/14/24 Preamble I tried to leave social media with a dramatic flourish in December 2022. I made a post, a video and a declaration about how social media was nothing but a non-stop ad, the art was all but dead, and any authentic content was...
I’ve been hiding In plain sight. You think you see me But you don’t. You think you hear me But it’s just a trick of the wind Rustling your hair Against the collar Of your jacket. You think you can touch me But when you reach for me You find something that isn’t quite there Because I...
The “I am special” story is the deadliest story there is. Most of us, if not all of us, have a story. The story goes something like this: I am special. (Yay!) And that makes me different! And actually, sometimes, and maybe all of the time, I am...
I made this site live, or at least I told a handful of people about it, a few days ago. And since then, I have felt like pulling it down every hour. You see I live with this insane contradiction, a dichotomy that I think many...
My long-time mentor, friend, and collaborator, Julie and I were out for a coffee last week. I have a new photo series that I want to work on with her. One where I embody the elements, not as a reach out and towards, but as...
By Liz Janowski For 200,000 years, we have been telling ourselves stories in an attempt to make sense of the world. These stories matter. The ideas in these stories, the characters, the themes, the structures, the storylines, what is included, and what is not includes matters. I...
It's a crazy thing to say, and an even more arrogant thing to declare, that social media is over, and yet, here i am, making such a bold, wild, egomaniacal claim. I could cite many reasons why I am making such a bold statement but I...
For most of the time that I've been creating art, and teaching movement, I've done it in secret. Secrecy felt safer. Secrecy felt natural. Secrecy was my shield that protected me from the truth: my art and my creations mean everything to me. If I...