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A dancer in a dark green dress and point shoes balances on her right toes, her left leg lifted and pointed behind her. She hold her hands in fists against her face
  • Reviews

Grim.Grotesque.Grand.

Lauren Berlin

Philadelphia Ballet’s Evening of Horror gloriously affirms its stunning power to probe the monster within

The Of Dishes and Dreams cast in blue Thai-style garments used for restaurant work. Eyes focus on choreographer Keerati Jinakunwiphat as the ensemble walks around her. Keerati is being lifted into the air in a hug, legs piked together, reaching up to the sky. On the left side of the image, Claude “CJ” Johnson, holds another point of focus – legs open in a wide stance, bending deep at the knees, shoulders and hips to one diagonal, while he peeks playfully toward Keerati in the opposite corner. Kitchen items made of plastic and twine balance precariously in the background.
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Found in Translation

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A child of immigrants dances in her parents’ kitchen

Tender and frail. Eiko Otake, a slender, elderly Japanese woman dressed in a crumpled white gown, brow furrowed, worriedly looks at the ground in front of her. With bent limbs, elbows prominent, she clutches a woman familiar to her close to her body. Dressed in a lightly pinstriped red blouse with steel-colored trousers, this woman, Wen Hui, leans to the ground, gazing down at the edge of her fingertips.
Photo: Jingqui Guan
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Old Lessons for New Wars

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We have all known war, but have we learned? 

Image Description: The photo is taken from the balcony, looking down on the audience clustered in a U-shape against and besides the white gallery walls, around the black chalk stage, where Baldoz is kneeling to scrawl on the chalk and Vo is standing, legs wide, behind the center of three black megaphones. Some of the audience is shadowed, people stand, or sit on the ground. From this angle, Vo is in the very bottom of the photo, the top of their head, arms, and their bare back visible under a soft spotlight. With white chalk, Baldoz has written in huge letters and small, at all angles, and in a mix of cursive and print. One word, “HANOI”, is legible even from the balcony view.
Photo: Albert Yee
  • Reviews

Translation Again, and Again

Xander Cobb

How do we become available to being possessed? What enters us when we are empty? In Vo’s view, presence is emptiness.

Two thousand feet below rolling gray clouds, a woman walks away down the rock slab trail off the summit of Mount Moriah. She traipses between squat, sturdy, coniferous trees in her fluffy brown zip up, teal leggings, and worn hiking books. A water bottle threatens to tumble out the outer right pocket of her blue Kelty backpack. The backpack has seen some things; it is nearly 20 years old.
Photo: Allison Larme
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Not a Dancer, If Only for a Little While

Jennifer Passios

And what if that isn’t a crisis?

White rectangle with a teal 90 degree triangle along the left side with text reading thINKingDANCE Emerging Writers Fellowship
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thINKingDANCE Launches Emerging Writers Fellowship

This fellowship recognizes exceptional work in the field of dance writing for two U.S.-based undergraduates.

Four performers dressed in silver, with black caps, pause with their backs to the audience, three in chairs and one standing. They gaze at four shimmering towers of silver fringe.
Photo: Cherylynn Tsushima
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The Future is Disabled (and wearing silver fringe)

Rachel DeForrest Repinz

The Next TiMes interweaves holistic access offerings with shiny, futuristic aesthetics.

Six dancers in grey jumpsuits sprawl across the top of a concrete wall in a large warehouse-like space. They fall on top of each other, with arms extending out in different directions, fingers and hair blurred as if caught in motion.
Photo: Ben Bloodwell
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Filling Empty Pools

Zoe Farnsworth

The Naked Stark flows between performance and interactive experience at the Fairmount Water Works Interpretive Center.

Four dancers move among scattered votive candles in a darkened studio, the studio lights off, their forms illuminated only by the flickering flames.
Photo: Lauren Berlin
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This One is Dedicated to the Bunheads

Lauren Berlin

Where Echoes Remain by Marina Kec Explores the Psyche of a Ballerina

The full cast of Can You Feel It? basks in applause under blue stage lighting following their performance at the Asian Arts Initiative Black Box Theatre.
Photo: Nylah Jackson
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Still Sitting? This Is Your Cue.

Lauren Berlin

Nylah Jackson’s Can You Feel It? Invites Us to Stand Up and Feel Something….Anything…