This speech was delivered on June 3, 2009 at the Opening Plenary of Dance/USA’s annual conference in Houston, Texas, the theme of which was “Sustainable Future: Reality Check.”
Originally a nautical term, “battening down” was a procedure on ships when bad weather was expected. Now in the arts, it is a time to take a few deep breaths and batten down the hatches. At the same time, we must both reignite our determination to continue and revive our commitment to taking risks. We must hold onto our artistic visions so that good work and good people will not vanish. The severity of today’s climate is at once compelling us to pay attention and prepare for trouble, while at the same time demanding that we stay focused on our mission. We must not fall prey to the pressures suggesting that success is predicated on growth.
Although we might need to secure our property—our art—with protective sheeting, we must remain mindful that the way that good and provocative art gets made is to go deeper without much protection. We have to embody not knowing and accept that these unpredictable winds might take us to uncharted and unexplored territories.
In my almost 50-year career since high school, beginning with Juilliard, then UCLA, then New York and Europe, the Bay Area and South East Asia—teaching, and making work, and creating programs for the field, I have had to take cover many times, to shift where I dock and alter how I dock.
I have been luxuriously supported, and I have been supported not at all. I have had a full time company, a part-time company, no company and, currently, a project-oriented company. I have toured around the world. I have stayed home, I have made new work every year. I have made new work every three years. I’ve collaborated with an extraordinary array of artists including dancers, composers, writers and visual designers and I’ve gone to Goodwill and to my CD collection for costumes or music many times.
In the ’70s I paid nothing to dancers for rehearsing; eventually a performance here or there earned us $25. We and others performed weekly in my studio à la the early DTW days: a few cans for lights, some soft cushions for chairs. In the late ’70s and early ’80s, the dance boom offered regular touring and the Company was a recipient of many grants, commissions and performances at many wondrous places. We toured around the US and the Company was on a 44-week contract until 1993. I owned my own space, had a full curriculum of classes, and a theater in which many others and I performed. I have received numerous awards and been overlooked any number of times.
What I have witnessed:
• I have seen the NEA touring program go belly up and individual grants cease.
• I have seen the USIA cut back international exchange dramatically.
• I have seen commissions from multiple sources drop to a few.
• I have seen the competition for grants in the ’90s, which was then competition among dozens, skyrocket up to two-thousand-plus applications for any one grant, with no additional money or at times reduced money to meet the increased demand.
• I have seen real estate for the arts blossom, then the dot-com crash force multiple evictions.
• I have seen repertory companies flourish then struggle.
• I have seen lines of credit, the mainstay for many, be suspended.
In preparation for this presentation, I talked with funders and artists in California, which is in a tumultuous state at best, to have confirmed that San Francisco must cut its arts budget by a minimum of 24%, that most foundations will be reduced by at least 10-22%, and that private donations have dropped by 15%.
I realize it is hard to think of the current and projected cutbacks as anything other than the “sky is falling.” But one has to use this wave of information—as those of us who have been through these kind of sea-changes many times, both financial and cultural—as a time to reassess, re-imagine, re-focus and realign. Prosperity and adversity are both opportunities to experiment, court chance and be cautious. We must stay at it—hold on tight, but not so tight that there is no room for something miraculous or unexpected to enter the scene.
The news today, and it will continue for a while, is at once shocking and “what else is new.” It is disheartening—yes, but surprising—no! Dynamic adaptability, as John Killacky says, has to be a constant.
In 1996, I saw the then-invisible handwriting on the wall. I shifted my Company to a project company. I went to other countries to dig deeper into my vulnerability and to see what I could learn past just keeping on: Japan, India, Eastern Europe and currently China have become my through-line, making work across borders my thread. My new cross-cultural work, Other Suns, with the Guangdong Modern Dance Company of China, premieres this fall and has a four-week tour thanks in part to the National Dance Touring Project.
CHIME, my choreographic mentorship program, became and continues to be a place for dialogue, for creative exchange, for building community, for staying focused on the exciting and evocative issues of being an artist. There is no time for the litany of complaints that can so often derail us from the making of art, the keeping on, the identifying and solving of perceived problems.
Most dance artists of my generation never had support. They might as well have been children of the depression; they were used to living with many, working three jobs, as well as juggling dancing with many companies. You stayed put—to work and devote yourself to an aesthetic you found riveting or compelling—no need to move to another company to get better wages.
But there are those who have not survived our culture’s demeaning relationship to the arts, who have quietly and sadly stopped or moved to other countries—battened down their hatches and sailed away.
Some dance artists, two decades younger than I am, have found a workable solution, a way to not have to stop and go quietly into the sweet but bitter night cold. They are in universities as a way of keeping going: Bebe Miller, Susan Marshall, David Dorfman, Joe Goode, Della Davidson, Terry O’Connor, David Rousseve, Jawole Willa Jo Zollar, Sara Rudner, Dan Wagoner and Wendy Rogers to name a few.
In addition, curiously the MFAs in universities are up dramatically as are our Ph.D. candidates. Dancers’ Group in the Bay Area, our service organization, boasts at least 100 individuals to whom they are a fiscal sponsor and literally hundreds more who avail themselves of their services. There were 740 applicants to the Multi-Arts Production Fund (MAP) this year, an increase of 25%. Our field is healthy with people at work.
Although there were a few brief years that produced and held the promise of increases in salaries and renewed year-long contracts, the dancers of my Company once again dance with at least three companies, work at least two other jobs, share apartments with many and continue, like the ’70s, regardless of the lack of recognition or consistent work.
We’ve learned from earlier crises over time and are now better able to negotiate our way through times of upheaval. We have learned, and need to be constantly reminded, that trying to sustain what we have been doing is not the answer, but reassessing our mission is. We have to do less and make it more.
Einstein was one smart fellow when he said that the “definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” We must think, act and work differently once again.
So, I point out some of these cyclical things from the vantage point of someone who has been around for a bit. It isn’t so much that “I have been there, done that” and therefore have no interest or concern with what is going on now, but many of us—of my generation—have had multiple experiences with this ebb and flow, and we hold stories of recovery. Yes, we have felt disillusioned, marginalized, invisible—but also, and sometimes at the same time, substantially respected, honored, inspired and, finally and always, fortunate. Moreover, as all these conflicting states hang in the air, we know not to be fooled by the decoy—the decoy of visibility, recognition, or support. Those are ephemeral at best. The doing must be of necessity and its own reward.
I have adapted, and to some degree consolidated, and I will admit that I have recently shifted to gin when pouring “water” into the half-full glass. But I keep on for the fleeting moments of feeling alive, as Merce Cunningham would say, for the privilege of being able to do this with my life, for the profound entrée into another way of living, of seeing the world, for getting to dive head-, heart- and body-long into my vulnerability and in so doing be lifted upright and thrust forward differently, with a deeper understanding and hopefully sensitivity to everything around me. We have to learn to surrender to not knowing and to accept and live in the complexity of these moments.
Of course, the minute one says “you should do X and not Y,” “cut back” or “consolidate,” someone emerges and thrives doing exactly the opposite. There are always those who will surprise and present alternatives—who are the exception to any rule emphatically stated, and if you look closely at those who are surviving, or bucking the trend or the predictions, look very carefully at who is at the helm. I feel strongly that we are a field of visionaries and warriors, and that the capacity to continue has everything to do with who is doing the doing. If we pay close attention to the survivors, there are lessons to be learned and to extract, to try to apply to our own situations. Their collective tenacity, optimism and determination can serve as a guide and a reminder.
Whoever’s to blame for where we are now, the end result is that art, especially dance, is not a part of everyday American life, and it’s up to the artists to remedy the situation. Tony Kushner has said: “When you don’t act, you act; when you don’t vote, you vote.” Dance artists have to be proactive and find new ways to make money, insist on being paid for their expertise and knowledge and continue to reach out to potential audiences for support, for renewal, for affirmation.
When we feel like we’ve tried everything and have culled from the resources within ourselves, that we’ve squeezed every drop of blood from every available stone, we can take heart at least a bit in how the world sometimes changes around us for the better. I sense hopefulness, a kind of promise— that a suffocating feeling has abetted. We have a pretty incredible opportunity in America right now, one that was not available just a year ago—a government that seems to be listening in a different way. One of the things we must acknowledge, as we tick off the changes over time that stifled creativity and made our days more difficult, is that we had a horrible government for eight years that waged various consuming wars, both cultural and military, at home and abroad. We have to work harder now to make the world interested in what we are doing and we have to be more interested in what the world is making. And finally it looks like we may have elected an Arts Partner In Chief, a way to reach out and let in some air.
The sustaining mantra of many in the field is that they did not choose to be dancers; it is a necessity, like breathing. We just need a little oxygen to continue the journey. No breathing machine for me.