Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts

Friday, November 07, 2014

Friday, December 13, 2013

Sunday, October 27, 2013

A 1985 documentary by
Chrisann Verges & Mark Obenhaus

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Remembering Merce Cunningham

American Masters

About Merce

All Things Considered

Mondays with Merce

Voices & dances

Dance at the Edge

“The day I met Merce Cunningham

A lifetime of greatness

Two clocks ticking

Why dances disappear
Can Cunningham save his dances
by killing his company?

The Modernizing of Modern Dance

“The end of an era

Fundraising needed
for troup’s “farewell tour”

Chance becomes its own order

Merce & music

A dancer’s perspective

Lin-hwai min on Cunningham

Centralia’s own

Cunningham, Cage, Rauschenberg

Cunningham at 90:
meanings pour from movement

Starting as a great dancer

a grand lightness and a superb jump”

His influence remains

how little he cared
about anything but the work”

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Because it is a three-dimensional art, dance functions on at least two planes: one vertical, where the axis is the dancer’s spine (singular or plural), the other horizontal, the stage itself a two- (or more) dimensional canvas. Anyone who can remember footage of Busby Berkeley extravaganzas, or even the June Taylor Dancers of the 1950s, will recognize that there are forms of dance where a seat in the middle of the main level of a theater is a disadvantage. Another artist who makes great use of the horizontal as well as vertical plane is Shen Wei, the MacArthur-winning choreographer behind Shen Wei Dance Arts. Born in the province of Hunan & trained in calligraphy, painting and Chinese opera before helping to found the first modern dance company in China & then moving to the US in 1995, Shen Wei – he always uses both names – is a polymath & showman of the first order: his images & work will help to open & close the Olympics later this year in Beijing.

Considering the show his dance company performed a little over a week ago in the Perelman Theater of the Kimmel Center in Philadelphia, this is quite the achievement. His work unquestionably is good, but there is nothing here that viewers of any of the choreographers associated with the Judson Church movement, post-Graham dancers like Margie Jenkins or younger choreographers like Sally Silvers will not have already seen. In a sense, the effect is not unlike watching Baryshnikov dancing the work of Lucinda Child or Trisha Brown with the White Oak Dance Project to an audience with more than a few blue-haired women in minks, what once was radical having now become ever so uptown chic. But in actuality, Baryshnikov is a stunning dancer & the impact is profound. So too Shen Wei, tho with some critical differences.

The most obvious one is that Shen Wei isn’t dancing with his troupe, but he does just about everything else, from sets to costumes to make-up. The first of his two pieces at the Kimmel was Map, a seven-part construction to excerpts from Steve Reich’s The Desert Music. Choreography to Reich’s music is so 1980s & Reich’s glaring misreading of William Carlos Williams’ poem of depression & despair is itself an odd choice for a work that seeks “to create an abstract dance of raw and pure movement.” But Shen Wei has no apparent interest in the work’s underlying text, so much as in the work’s construction into a symmetry of seven movements, rather on the order of a palindrome: ABCDCBA. Shen Wei uses each section to create a work that often is defined mathematically, using four groups of dancers for the most part in threes. The photo at the top of this note shows one moment of the work in which three groups are onstage simultaneously, involved in coordinated but separate activities. From up high – second balcony, first row – this is even more effective than viewed head on. Shen Wei’s experience as a painter comes across more powerfully here than in the I-wish-I-was-Robert-Rauschenberg-or-Jasper-Johns backdrop that is the set for this work.

There are some extraordinary moments in Map, starting with the beginning when the dancers snaking across the floor at the start of the opening section. The most extraordinary is the opening of the fifth section, and it’s worth quoting from the program, penned by Thea Little when the work was first performed in 2005:

In this section, the first dancer feels the internal flow of her center, leading her to eventually move to places of suspension and momentum. As she continues this for most of the section, a group forms to repeat an adagio phrase that is based on lengthening the space between the joints. The movement comes from the joints, as the shoulder, elbow, and wrist joints spread apart and lengthen to the fingertips. Thus, the limbs are lengthened as they swing from position to position with no effort. The movements are nonmuscular, with a floating internal quality. Soon, one by one, the dancers peel off from the group and dance their own solos until they are off stage.

The very opening portion, with the first dancer solo on the stage, her back turned to the audience, sort of wriggling up from her spine as she extends further & further, is flat out one of the most erotic moments I’ve ever seen in dance – even in blue jeans & a perfectly modest halter top.

In later sections, there are movements in which the dancers appear to mime the course of fireworks in the sky, or schools of fish darting about a tank. One can watch almost perfectly relaxed as the mind constantly rehearses the mathematical ratios as they play out on the stage.

The second, and much shorter, piece was Re- (Part I), “broadly based on the feeling of the land, the people, the religion and the culture of Tibet that I gained from my recent journeys there.” The dancing itself, done by just four dancers, appears mostly to have been modeled after Tai Chi, with that same essentially very calm sense of rhythm throughout. When the lights first came up after the intermission, the dancers were sitting on the floor at various points around what appeared to be a modernist or minimalist painting, circles inside of squares inside of circles, with a rectangular border that really did make the page appear to be a canvas. My first thought was I wonder how they did that, followed quickly by I wonder how they’re going to dance on it. The instant the first dancer’s foot swept through the pattern, which scattered as he did so, I realized that the stage had been turned into a very simple version of a sand painting. Soon all four dancers were moving through it, dragging their feet as they went, so that the stage transformed very quickly into an abstract expressionist work of art. This manifestation of the page as canvas is something that Shen Wei has done before, and his choreography is such that it looks great at the beginning, in the middle & at the conclusion. On the other hand, artists like Jill Scott were doing this in their performance pieces in San Francisco back in the 1970s & Yvonne Rainer was dragging nude models covered in paint over canvases long before that. All of this, incidentally, was accompanied by some traditional Tibetan singing by Ani Choying Dolma.

So read the messages: modernism, Tai Chi, sand painting, abstract expressionism, Tibetan music – it’s almost a perfect pastiche of globalization in dance. As a whole, it proved more cohesive than Map, tho it did so by sacrificing some of the high points of the first work. My wife, who studied dance at the North Carolina School of the Performing Arts as well as at the American Ballet Theater, preferred the first piece primarily because there was more pure dance involved. I can appreciate that, but for completeness of vision my own preference was for the second.

What to make of all this? Should I be happy that so much of what I’ve enjoyed elsewhere over the past 30 or so years is connecting now with larger audiences in a slick motif? You don’t get a larger audience than the Olympic opening & closing ceremonies. Or should the constant appropriation of everything creep me out? There is, in fact, some first rate dance here, and some moments of first-rate choreography. But what I really saw & heard at the Kimmel was the cool construction of terrific theater, and a glimpse into the process by which what was once avant-garde becomes source material for pure pop.