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ora chipaumire, a black woman with short hair and the creator of Dambudzo, is in the foreground wearing a black t-shirt and singing into a microphone with her eyes closed as another cast member sings into the background, amidst several audience members.
Photo: Jonathan Stein
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Chi Buku

E. Wallis Cain Carbonell

“We know all about you. You are here to know about us.”

Performer Daisie Cardona, dressed in a black long-sleeved top and black yoga pants with a blue and white patch on one leg, stands facing a building. Seen from behind, she holds the Honduran flag behind her. The flag pole rests on her shoulder.
Photo: Daisie Cardona
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Earnest beauty

Ellen Miller

Daisie Cardona’s love letter to Kensington shines.

There is a black grassy horizon line and a mostly full red moon rising. In the circle of the moon is a young black woman in a short sleeve white shirt and a black vest. Her Right arm is raised so her hands can frame above and below a small upside down american flag. She wears a circus style top hat and a mask over the bottom half of her face that is a clown's wide smile.
Photo Courtesy of the Artist
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Not all pulled back lips are smiles

Megan Mizanty

Let the past be an enduring reminder…

Tables and chairs form a “U” shape to the left of the photos frame. One person with brown skin and glasses is visible through the negative space of two onlookers facing away from the camera. Bystanders stand or sit in the distance.
Photo: Miryam Coppersmith
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Realness For the Patrons – Rennie Harris Beautiful Humans Lies: Chapter 4

Noel Price-Bracey

Waiting for the Rhythm and the Funk

A mischievous joy permeates the image, as one performer with blunt black bangs seems to cheer with an open-mouthed grin, shoulders reaching up to her ears. To her left, another stands gazing at her, with a grin just as wide, but a tad more sinister, an open jazz hand covering her face. Behind the first is a taller person with a yellow bow, tucking something into the first performer’s black-and-white luxury jumpsuit.
Photo: Lance Reha
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From the Studio: “MAYDAY” with Grace Tong

ankita

“MAYDAY” resists assimilation through self-producing.

A male presenting figure is laying , hogtied and topless on the black stage floor. Muscly, oiled, topless, bald white men strut past him in the space.
Photo: E. Wallis Cain Carbonell
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Variation on a Body-Slam

E. Wallis Cain Carbonell

There is a version of this where Bill Goldberg is the base of my desire.

Two dancers sit on a red floor in front of a black backdrop with their hair braided into updos with cornrows. They are topless with their bare backs facing the camera, wearing black leggings. They mirror each other, leaning toward one another with one hand outstretched, resting on the other’s shoulder. The other arm arcs overhead, also in the direction of the other.
Photo: Wright Eye Visuals
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Seeking Sisterhood Amidst Unsafe Systems

Caitlin Green

The dynamic and expressive dance carries a constant groove amidst the rhythmic shifts.

The ensemble erupts into explosive movement—some in deep lunges, others mid-air—surrounded by brilliant bursts of blue, yellow, orange, pink, and red light that flood the space.
Photo: Cameron Kincheloe
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That Fringeworthy Kind of Love

Lauren Berlin

In BABYBABYBABY, love is no mere feeling — it’s a spectacle of desire, delusion, and choreographed collapse.

Two feet dangle in the air attached to a person wearing a blue jumpsuit. The person is upside down. Her head is not visible; it is inside a cardboard box. One child with blond pigtails stands to the left of the box looking on.
Photo: Sonya German
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Just the Basics – Lessons in Discovery

Noel Price-Bracey
Severin Blake sits on the floor in the middle of a studio space with their arms outstretched toward an audience member. Blake is surrounded by a group of people sitting on chairs and pillows with their arms outstretched as well. There is a singing bowl, some cards, and a broom head sitting on the floor at the center of the space. The studio is dimly lit with two clip lights that are mounted on the wall.
Photo: Shoshana Isaacs
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An Experimental Retelling of the Myth of the Minotaur

Caitlin Green

“I can’t wait to be eaten! …taken in whole. Digested.”