She mourns and then she is fully present, looking right through you, dancing with abandon.
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
These ugly feelings: disgust, animatedness, mourning, are radical in their fugitivity.
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