Shadowland at La MaMa Moves
Vastness. Immensity. The Ellen Stewart Theater.
I do not know if it is possible not to feel the weight of such vast emptiness. Unintelligible figures of flesh and slate enter this space with rounded edges, clenched fists, pleading, no, compressed. The light installation resembles a trend line, an exponential curve trending up — increase.
At once, moving quadrupedally, a wild, primitive language rules their bodies — dragging themselves, they make themselves to each other. They meet, and their physical dissonance is amplified like the fluttering of birds settling. Rolling, pressing, kneading, an agreed-upon language becomes decipherable.
The movement intrinsic to the light installation is transmuted to their bodies. Their intersecting pathways halt, store, and release their flow.
Confluence.
Storage.
Breach.
Confluence.
Storage.
Breach.
Breach. Brea…
Confluence. Conflu…
Storage.
Breach.
Breach. Confluence.
This energy changes once more into a revolving. They harness the sacred curve as they transcendentally whirl, their garments catching the breeze of those stardust winds.
We are left soothed.