me kissing you: me kissing Alex

Sunday, February 12, 2012

me kissing Alex

Again with the dancers. Well, I was at the Jewish Community Center tonight for their Motion Captured screening of dance films and so I was, again, surrounded by dancers. It's a hard life.

Alex Soares is a dancer, choreographer, and dance film superstar, to judge his appearances in them. At tonight's screening, he was in two. Granted, he's in the company of Frame Dance Productions, which makes dance films (and they let me in one last year---so I can say I've danced with Alex), so that creates a few possibilities, but besides tonight's Frame Dance offering (Satin Stitch), he was also in Ashley Horn's Drain. (I kissed Ashley a few weeks ago.)

Currently, Alex is in rehearsals for the next Frame Dance live performance and working in the studio on his own choreography as part of a HopeWerks Space Grant. He'll be premiering that March 24 at Hope Stone.

He's a busy guy, but if you saw him onstage or on film, you'd know why. Which is to say, you should see him on stage or on film.

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about this blog . . .

So 2011 saw me dealing with a bad 2010 by posting a picture of myself, taken first thing every morning, as some kind of conceptual art project. You can see all 365 blurry, bleary photos here.

As it was, at it's core, a response to loneliness, I knew it was not something I could or should sustain beyond the one year boundary I initially set for it. But I sort of liked this photo blogging thing . . .

So I decided the next logical step was to reach out to other people. Not just reach out, but cross some of my own comfort zones and kiss them. Not on the mouth, not in a romantic or sexual way, just a kiss on the cheek.

So, this year, I plan on kissing as many people as I can. I won't even try to kiss someone everyday, but in various situations, I may just ask someone, "hey, can I kiss you and photographically document the event?" If they say no, no worries, I'll move on. If they say yes, I'll say, "I have this tiny release form granting me permission." (It is a tiny release form, postcard size.)

It's a small way to get me out of a rut I'm in and also to spread a little love. In the ancient Christian church, there was the custom of the "kiss of peace" (which survives in liturgical churches today as "passing the peace," usually signified by a handshake). I think of this exercise as something of passing the peace, too, of offering a kiss of peace to whoever will let me do it. And document it.

Wait---there's more! You can be kissed, too! If you're in the Houston area and would like to be kissed by me, let me know. Or if you're coming to Houston. Or even if you're not in Houston or coming to Houston, but want to be on a list of potential kissees, in the event that I might be traveling to where you are (I get up Austin a few times a year, I hope to get to Chicago this year, etc.), let me know that, too. you never know where I might pop up. Email me at neilellisorts (at) yahoo dot com.