Since the birth of my son 3.5 years ago my work has (understandably) gone through a bit of a transition. No longer able to self produce two year performance projects I'm in the throws of finding new work that inspires me, uses my talents and pay my bills. It is no small feat. In a culture that seems to be obsessed with a limited idea of what work is, many will register themselves to an existence of 'not themselves'. It's no wonder there is so much tension in the world. I

My past three days dances have varied widely. I like that. I like that I can learn something in body as well as mind by virtue of taking 30 minutes of the day to do what pleases me. Don't get me wrong - some days I don't succeed. Two night's ago my dance being a case in point, I just couldn't 'get in-it' - as as result I felt dissatisfied during and after the dance. I, as I am sure most, are 'happiness junkies' - I am sure some wise old philosopher - John Locke or what not

I've just completed the grooviest-happiest-jive making-bouncing-rockin'-gotta-LOVE-GLASGOW EIGHT DAYS of dancing with other people as part of the Glasgow Green Live Zone Commonwealth Festival Hoo-HA-HA-HA! And it was simply SPECTACULAR :) I figure all in all I danced DIRECTLY with OVER 800 people - and I have films to prove it! See below for all the spectacular love-liness! (Each day was themed musically on the Green so I choose music to go along the VIBE) xxoo (pictured wi

“HIYA! Where you been?” he said with great familiarity, welcoming me on Buchanan Street, “haven’t seen ya in a while”. I stopped and surveyed the young man’s fresh face, his genuine happiness at seeing me, and in that moment I marvelled in our common humanity. I first saw Michael* years ago, sitting on a pavement or other begging, eyes distant with drug, younger then his haggard appearance would let on. I stopped then, as I often do, just to say hello, to offer a moment of…

I had a beautiful thought the other day. One should have beautiful thoughts all the time, but sometimes they just grab ya unexpected like. My friend David and I went for a wee jaunt in the wild Whinny Wood near Loch Lomond on Sunday. I’ve known David since moving to Scotland in 2000, as he was my upstairs neighbour and a fellow student at the RSAMD. As old friends do, we chatted aimlessly as we sludged through copious mud and puddles in our welly boots. David re-counted a

Man comes up to me mid-pirouette “Did you ever think about chi”? he asks. This random exchange is pretty usual for me during my Clyde-side dances. “Chi“? I reply removing my ipod earphones. “I mean, is that what they call it”? he continues waving his hands about to indicate ‘chi’, eager to share the secret. “Well it disappears once you pass the bridge over there… I had a neck problem and it just disappeared when I walked though here…” Ah another day on the Broomielaw – the

It’s time to focus on our youth. “We’re already too youth obsessed!” you might say, and rightly so. Except that I would argue that the mainstream (media) focus given to ‘youth’ is not about ‘being young’ at all, but more about being fast, sexy, unlined, unlived, and (to be honest) uninteresting. This is not youth this is Stepford Wives extension re-branded for a mass audience. I would hope that even those in the under-20 age bracket would see beyond, to live more, better and