Entering the Fifth Dimension: Yanira Castro’s STAGE
Its in-betweenness, like the liminal space of “not me…not not me,” grants us the ability to be in two places at once.
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The Chronic Pleasure of Creating Queer Spaces
She mourns and then she is fully present, looking right through you, dancing with abandon.
Feeling Grief, Feeling Female, Feeling Un-American
A never-ending stream of hypnotic ghosts.
Dancing with Ghosts: Trajal Harrell’s Becoming/Chanelling/Voguing Kazuo Ohno/Tatsumi Hijikata/Antonia Merce
A new way of being, a new world emerges, one of infinite possibility, as the current one is upended.
Identity politics and dance in the age of Trump: Or how to become a “body without organs” and still acknowledge some borders
In October, I saw two very different works by the French choreographer Jérôme Bel: Jérôme Bel at The Kitchen and Artist’s Choice: Jérôme Bel/ MoMA Dance Company at MoMA. The first contained no dance as we might traditionally think of it, in terms of constant/grandiose/fast/visible
Negotiations of Self
These ugly feelings: disgust, animatedness, mourning, are radical in their fugitivity.
My Sister’s Skin: Nadia Tykulsker and Jennifer Harge, performing race and death in America
I entered Standard Toykraft, a theater space in a Williamsburg loft where Nadia Tykulsker both crafted and presented Saw You Yesterday, and my breath was immediately stifled by an oppressive humidity. I imagined how the subtropical climate of Standard Toykraft might affect the performer’s and