I never learned how to dance. Watching others do it, especially people who really know how, is like hearing a good story. It’s rarely a straight narrative but the combination of gesture and sound can take you to places far from where you were when the dance began.
Over the past few years I’ve worked with my old art-school classmate Wendy Clinard on various projects. It’s always a pleasure and a challenge to collaborate with her. She’s got a unique mind and her own particular way of communicating. Though the jumping-off point of her choreography is usually flamenco, she takes it into far-flung places.
A few months ago Wendy moved her dance studio to one of the storefronts on Halsted Street in Pilsen. She’s been based in the neighborhood over twenty years but now passersby can watch as she puts her students through their paces.
I’ve been drawing during some of these sessions and will be hanging about ten of the better drawings on the wall of her studio, opposite the mirror in which the dancers watch themselves. I will also hang about ten recent paintings. Most of them have never been displayed anywhere but a computer screen and I look forward to seeing how they look out in the world.
—I wrote about the new Nelson Algren biography for Vol.1 Brooklyn.