Longing and solitude in the Congo
King talks butoh and breakin' inside of the New Central Baptist Church.
Here, that impulse of self-projection is indulged, but we lose control, the ability to curate.
femme.collective highlights works by nine choreographers around a common theme.
Half off, your shirt smothers your head...and you are faceless, everywoman, and an uncanny double of Abu Ghraib prisoners.
We start to see it for what it is: an exhausting relay, an impossible attempt to keep up.
A work like Mary Wigman’s Hexentanz provides a jolting reminder of the power and intensity of early modern dance.
One narrator posits that miracles may not be possible, but this lo-fi, rickety cart-stage and its ingenious human operators o
In Fore-ign/Fore-out, four choreographers explore states of liminality—of how to be between things.
Their spines are sinewy and roiling, their necks crane towards the ceiling, and their eyes roll upwards... this is a dance of