And then, time reversed itself.
Black Dance Stories is exactly what it sounds like and precisely what we need right now. It’s a distillation of insightful moments in post-performance talkbacks spliced with casual conversations you once shared over drinks, plus powerful sentiments you’re overhearing now at BLM protests.
This body unfurls in slow motion, leaving ample space for labels, classifications, and archetypes to land upon her and vanish.
I start to explain something about artistic agency over visual archives of original work but all that comes out is I guess we’re all in trouble.