How do you deconstruct a deconstruction?
More Muscle! Liza Birkenmeier’s ‘the hollower’ (director Kristy Dodson) presented by New Light Theater Project
One woman’s refusal to participate in the social straightjackets necessitates another’s sacrifice; the hollower’s women are negatively bound to each other in a zero sum game.
Though their insular world went weird, and quickly, I was there, because they were there. Davis and Markey have the attunement to one another that only comes from a sustained exposure to the other’s way of standing, talking, moving, being-in-the-world.
The history in the text (of lobotomies, of white-male explorers, of colonization) becomes compressed: events, accidents, happenstance, and mistakes, become “like layers of snow into a glacier.”
mayfield brooks, jumatatu m. poe, and the I Moving Lab are part of aa three-week series conceived and curated by Marýa Wethers at Gibney Dance highlighted “intersections and crossroads among Blackness, queerness, and Indigeneity.”
When I hear that two pieces have been “smashed together,” I make certain assumptions. If I read “conceived by” or “created by the ensemble,” I expect a piece so thoroughly picked apart and put back together, it barely recognizes the original source material. At the
Her quizzers and yelps, the need of her sound, the holes in her anger revealed through the unsteady rocking of her delivery, created the tapestry that was her performance.
Suggestions of timeless spaces, Miss-Julie-ish rage, and as I knew from the program, taking up issues of sexual violence.
There is a dizzying effect to the realization / acknowledgement of one’s cringe-worthy actions as white person to date, and Aloha Aloha gives that kaleidoscopic wheel quite the healthy spin.
“Nothing happening,” I wrote in a heavy slant down the page, “but I can’t look away.”
The act of appropriation at the core of the theatrical encounter becomes, in Sy’s hands, a metaphor for and means of exploring other appropriative encounters and the difficult entanglement, in each, of empathy and violence.
The anxiety vortex of What Makes Us Feel Good shoots one into the black hole of anxiousness.