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A group of five dancers, three women and two men, form a circle around a female soloist. The soloist, wearing a vibrant pink vest over a black top paired with light blue, wide-legged pants, moves exuberantly with her arms out akimbo while standing on her left toes with her right leg out to the side. A live five piece jazz band, including a piano, drums, a bass trumpet, and trombone, is visible behind the dancers upstage. A projection on the brick wall in the back displays a collage of sheet music and colonial artwork of a scene from a pub.
Photo: Jano Cohen
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Scats off the Score

Nadia Ureña

Lauren and Brent White breathe new life into Francis Johnson’s suites from the Antebellum.

In a dark-lit space, a group of barefoot dancers huddle together. Someone lays on top of their shoulders, their face upside down to the audience.
Photo: Michael Tubbs
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Ephemeral Patterns: Translating “The Yellow Wallpaper” into Movement

Writings from tD's Emerging Writer's Fellowship

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Fifteen Years of Dance Writing at thINKingDANCE

Emilee Lord

Dive into the archive and move through the years with us!

Richard Move wears a tight sheer dress of a rich dark blue, with only their face, hands, and feet visible. Their legs are open wide, only the balls of the feet on the floor, and they extend their gripped hands to the left as they dramatically turn their head to the right. Fans of modern dance will recognize that this image is a recreation of the dance solo "Lamentations" by Martha Graham.
Photo: Josef Astor
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Being Martha at BAM

Brendan McCall

Richard Move on embodying Martha Graham in the 21st Century

n a soft, blurry black and white photo, dancer Mary Wigman performs in Idolatry (Götzendienst), part of the solo cycle from Ecstatic Dances as revised for her first solo tour in 1919. She wears opaque black tights, shoeless, and a thick fringed black dress that covers her entire torso. It’s difficult to tell, but the shadowy form looks to be throwing her head back. Photograph Courtesy of the Mary Wigman Archive, Academy of Arts, Berlin.
Photo: Hugo Erfurth
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The Rear-View Mirror: Hindsight from a Dance Scholar

Megan Mizanty

How does the lens switch as time passes? Susan Manning's essays are collected in Dancing on the Fault Lines of History.

Fanned out in a circle on a white surface are 12 booklets in a range of colors. Here and there are sections of text covered or obscured by other booklets. In the center of this circle is the title piece in a wash of brown darker at the bottom and lightening toward the top. The vague image of pine tree tops on its surface. It reads, Dance across the top and History(s) across the bottom with the subtitle Imagination as a Form of Study in the center. Underneath in smaller letters it reads edited by Thomas F. DeFrantz and Annie-B Parson.
Photo: Jack Lazar
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To Us/Because of Us

Emilee Lord

Dance is a Weed

Lakshmi Thiagarajan, author of the article, kneels gracefully on the ground in a covered walkway outdoors, lit by lanterns. One leg is forward, clad in yellow and red silk pants with a percussive bracelet on her ankle. Her clasped hands frame her face, adorned with a bindi and golden headband. She looks off to the side with a small smile.
Photo: Lakshmi Thiagarajan
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Beyond Entertainment: Exploring Perspectives on the Purpose of Dance in South Indian History

Lakshmi Thiagarajan

Dance as an expression of political power, religious fervor, and of women’s sexualities.

On the right, a man sits in a red kayak with his back to the camera. He wears a green shirt. A white rope is tied to the back of his kayak and reaches out of the frame. He is on a lake heavily grown in with green plants. The water is blue and still. There is a mountain in the distance.
Photo:Rachel Keane
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All That History in Those Very Seats

Emilee Lord

Steve Paxton remembered

Photo: Maria Baranova
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Floored

Emilee Lord

Maybe you dance. You are a part of it.

Photo: Kristi Yeung
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Will we ever really dance again?

Kristi Yeung

Pandemic-mediated reflections on the book And Then We Danced