After 5 years in Lehigh Valley, PA. I have taught aerial arts to well over 100 men, women and children. We now have a supportive community, who want to be able to perform and teach outside in the warm weather…
So, we have started a GoFundMe page
Please visit, and donate if you can.
P.S. Check out our slide show-
March 1, 2016
Looking for three or four actors who can dance, Singing is also a plus. Must be able to synchronize movements, gestures and facial expressions with other actors, with precision and sensitivity. You will function as a contemporary version of a Greek Chorus.
Bella Deluxe Entertainment is a media production company currently being formed, based in Lehigh Valley, PA. We are in development for a new dance theatre work, and will be presenting a short segment 10-15 minutes in length on May 14, 2016, with a video shoot in mid-April (TBA) Rehearsals begin ASAP, once a week, with a few more days added closer to the performance. No fee for this first segment. You will receive a copy of the video and be invited to audition for the full length production. We are looking for local artists, who can attend all rehearsals, video shoot and the performance.
“We Are Not Yet Born”, an aerial dance theatre production, delves into the relationship between individuality and community. In a fantastical world of earthly and unearthly beings, our notions of what is up and what is down spins around us in a circus-like cosmos.
FLY GRRLS on the rise-
In pre-production for a presentation of Aerial Dance
August 8 and 9
at Sweat Like a Girl in Nazareth, PA
More to come-
“Azna addresses her new pupils…”
It is necessary that I feel powerless in my love for you.
How else can I transform my self, our relationship and the world?
We have given our greatest gifts to a love that we needed to fill the hole inside us and we birthed beautiful art and children of pain and fear.
Now, a clarion call from the future shakes me to the core.
These holes can no longer hold.
Mother comes in from the bottoms of my feet, fills my womb with ocean water.
I traveled many roads, running from the screaming voices in my own phlegm, and happened on to you, a stranger who I will never completely understand.
A voice repeats the phrase, “I have met my match.”
What does it mean?
Why must my love enter the space of sheer confusion?
It is necessary.
I know that I cannot fill myself with your strangeness.
Strategies jump from this sinking ship, as my love for you continues to expand, confound.
Weary, I fill my body with perennial spirits and I surrender.
(I do this many times, as surrender is not a skill I have mastered.)
As I peel myself out of this deep sleep, I see little shining pools, where the holes were.
These are my eyes.
Perhaps they were sleeping.
Something about you and the shifting of the planet and a trumpet from around the bend woke them, perhaps.
As I explore these new ways of seeing and move through the world, aware of my wholeness, my love for you deepens. I find myself listening and standing in spaces that I never even knew existed. Qualities surround me, or drink me in…gentleness, grace, curiosity, as well as passion, fervor and deep emotions (also I did not know them). I walk with you into further strangeness.
There are moments…that I see the little shining pools in you staring back at me. I cannot explain what it is to stand in this creative fire, the moment where we can birth beauty and children out of love and wholeness.
This is why we gather, why I have committed to these teachings. From mother to daughter, the bond of love in separation is natural, crucial. Each generation must hone, practice, give and welcome our strangers.
The time will come, when most of the people sleep in a nightmare of fear and pain. We must enter each other’s dreams and wake ourselves up.
So, you see, it is necessary that I feel powerless in my love for you.
‘They are only words.’
Years ago, when I was living in New Mexico, I experienced one of those moments. Do you remember? Did you ever have a meal (and the circumstances around it) that was so perfect, so scrumptious, that you remember it years later? Can you recall a conversation, or something you heard that came into you like a letter from another country (Do you remember airmail)? It was strange and profound, and it lodged into a place in your mind, where it waited for you to read it?
I won’t go into the details, except to say that a friend was bitching about something in her life, bitching and complaining and calling people ‘names.’ I was shocked to hear her talk like that. I believed her to be a person who practiced a fair amount of self-awareness. Feeling comfortable with my fried, I questioned her word use, suggesting that she might choose lighter and more specific ways of talking about her experience. She turned to me, and said, “Karen, they are only words.”
In that moment, I realized that she and I saw things differently. In that moment I did not have the tools or skills to respond. Her five words lodged somewhere just over my diaphragm and have been there since. Now I live in a place where people agree to believe that food has little to no bearing on personal health and well being. Again, I see things differently, and do not yet have the skills to respond. Something sharp in my chest calls my name.
As I enter the world of the play, “Creation Myth in A Minor,” I sit in its themes, like I used to sit in the mud baths of Ojo Caliente. Feeling the sun heat my head and this fertile reddish bog, the wet earth draw toxins and weariness from my body, I enter a time-space. This is a thing I do, and have always done. As I enter “Karen, they are only words,” swirling thoughts offer me the opportunity to 1) take a roller coaster journey into chaos and contradiction;
2) abort the mission, grab for the first delicious distraction; and 3) sit with this little seed, water it and watch it grow. Usually, I do all of the above.
In my journey as a writer and singer, I seek knowledge of what I call ‘magical music’. This is where language, set to flight on rhythm and melody vibrates an intention so clearly that the physical space is transformed. I have witnessed this in myriad ways, in excellent performances, in rituals, in chance meetings with helpful strangers and in little moments of intimacy. I train myself to look everywhere for this magic, not only in grand public moments or from famous or extraordinary people. Not easy, I’ll admit, but it is my intention. So, you see, it is difficult for me to digest, “Karen, they are only words.”
Many years have passed. Many times the phrase has been silent, or I have not been listening. Yet, as I explore the world of ‘Creation’ and discipline myself to look at the big and the small, this phrase is an aria echoing through me. I find myself moving to the melody throughout the day.
Today I wish to share that the seed has grown into a little sprout. Do you remember what this looks like? The seed releases itself to the ground (another type of letting go). Its surrender ushers the way for roots, from these roots, a shoot pierces dark earth and rises up. The outer shell of the original seed protects the first uncurling leaf, and sits on it, like a little dunce cap.
This is one of my favorite parts of starting a new work. I call it the blastula phase. Possibilities are nearly endless and I am in love with my new baby, as I nurture her in the womb.
There are moments when I recognize the magic. Sometimes it is sweet and strokes, comforts, helps us to see. Other times it is acid and strikes. It agitates, deters us and calls us names.
The magic was here all along! Sacre bleu!
January 8, 2013
Give the Gift
of Creative Empowerment and Flight
Karen Fox (Bella Deluxe Entertainment)
seeks donations for
one scholarship for a teen girl
to attend Aerial Silk classes at AerialMind.
This program, held at the Lehigh Valley Sports Academy, helps teens build self-awareness, a positive body image, strength and confidence in a fun, supportive and exciting environment.
It costs $150 to sponsor one girl
Any amount is greatly accepted. Suggested donation is $25.
Karen, artistic director of Bella Deluxe Entertainment, is creating this scholarship program as part of her partnership with AerialMind.
Please make a tax-deductible donation
to Karen Fox, Artistic Director of Bella Deluxe Entertainment,
through our fiscal sponsor,
Dancers Group. It is easy to do online.
- Go to http://www.dancersgroup.org
- Click on the bottom button, “Donate”
- Under “Recipient”, scroll down to Karen Fox (Bella Deluxe Entertainment)
- Enter the amount, fill out the form
- Click the Donate button when you are done.
Karen Fox, bella-deluxe.com
Christina Gorigoitia, aerialmind.com
For a long time (I can now say decades) I have been exploring rituals, many kinds. It is one reason that I became a clown, which led me to study healing arts, which drew me to become a minister, which called me to form a deeper commitment to the arts.
I was writing an ensemble piece a while back, “At Thebes.” I traveled deep into our mythic history. This piece took me to the world of Oedipus and Jocasta. If you don’t know who they were, read the play, “Oedipus Rex.”
As I poured over literature and scholarly papers, I was struck by what a slippery slope is history. Like many plays, this story was based on a myth, a story that may or may not have happened, at least not with the details that got passed down and embellished by the storytellers. In some accounts Jocasta did not die, Oedipus did, he was exiled, he was not…etc. As I filled my notebook with these contradictory facts, the themes of my play came out of the smoke and mirrors.
The storyteller is the story.
Those who control the stories, control our ‘reality.’
The third major theme is intimately related to my larger purpose and it has to do with transforming the nature of the feminine in our lifetime. In Greek mythology, there is a hero. Let it suffice to say, this individual is a man.
Basically, I believe myself to be as valuable and heroic as all beings. Myths are the memes of our social agreements: our cultural ‘DNA.’ (Meme: a cultural item transmitted by repetition in a manner analogous to the biological transmission of genes) Jocasta is the heroine in my retelling of the myth. The third theme, of this piece
We all must face the call of our destiny.
Of course, there are twists and turns along the way-
It is a good time to create new myths and reclaim old ones. I think, on some level, most of us are feeling this, or some form of psychic indigestion. In the past weeks I have released myself from old ideas about artists being freaks or needing to suffer. This is why I am making a commitment to share some of my creative process to you, my friends and family.
How is a picture like a poem, a journal like a sketchbook?
The lines blur, as I walk the path that leads away from the city of poles.
“Rise up, from the ashes once again, dear friend…”
These are precious days. There is no more smoke in the air. Let the wind fill my sails. I am homeward bound.
Zounds! These gems in the water burn memories from my eyes. When I return I will be both the empress and a babe!
On a day of quiet sailing I hear the whale’s song. Many times I heard it before (mostly while sleeping), but I could not receive them as now. How wonder full to take in her melody!
I cannot know my dear companion’s tongue. We are destined to be strange to one another throughout this life. Yet, as I surrender, to the utter fatigue which nearly destroyed me, to the ebbs and flows of my long-haul perilous journey…as I sit in this moment secure, in this solid boat, built and damaged and many times repaired by my own hand…her song strokes me like the soothing back rubs of my long gone grandmother…and like the loving caress of the one…
…and I come to know its meaning. Even if I never see this opulent bowl of the high seas again, smell her briny cocktail of life and death, feel the sharp darts of her storms or the gulpy slaps of her cajoling, I will forever carry this song within me. I know what it is to be rocked like an infant in Mine Own Mother’s arms.
Home. I have already arrived, even though there are many miles and footfalls ahead. I will receive them as well.
Sing sweet sister, blue and gray (mirror in my eyes), from the womb cave of all time, the river-sea, from the soul of ouroboros.