Write Back Atchas – spring 2017

Ellen Chenoweth

thINKingDANCE will host three free  post-performance “write-back” events after performances in Philadelphia this spring. A Write Back Atcha is a post-show “talk-back” combined with a mini-writing workshop. Write Back Atchas   are a chance to practice writing and talking about dance.  

This spring our facilitators will be at the following events:

Friday, March 31, Parrot Talk , an original play by Julius Ferraro

Saturday, April 29, Tania Isaac at FringeArts

Friday, May 5, Aspen Santa Fe Ballet at the Prince, Next Move Dance

Some previous Write Back Atchas  occurred after Jerome Bel’s controversial Gala, and  David Zambrano’s Soul Project.

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Ellen Chenoweth

Ellen Chenoweth relocated back to Philadelphia after 5 years as the Director of the Dance Presenting Series at the Dance Center of Columbia College Chicago. As a freelancer, she has worked with Nichole Canuso Dance Company, Christopher K. Morgan & Artists, the Lumberyard, and Headlong Dance Theater, among others. She is a former Executive Director, staff writer and editor with thINKingDANCE.

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