“What if, instead of putting kids in cages, we put kids on stages?”
Dancers blend like chameleons with the space, moving along the ground, against the wall, and between stage lights.
The dancers chart their ancestral matrilineal stories onto their bodies and into the grass.
Description is less necessary when the work is already beautifully narrated by the dancers themselves.
Dancers fill the stage, inviting me into their realm through silent narrative.
A short, bitter-sweet reminiscence on home and loss, thoughtfully presented.
Flipping through the Jewish calendar, one dance at a time
A transcendent experience mining the racial history of the Christ Church Burial Ground.
This piece was done gently enough, generously enough, that the themes of personal grief and loss came through without a heavy