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Eight dancers, all wearing loose white fabric, lean into one another and stare directly at the camera. Some rest their heads on one another’s shoulders; all lean inward toward the middle dancer, who sits in a casual seated position.
Photo: Artur Gevorgyan
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Sips of Stories: A Testament to (Short) Time

Megan Mizanty

Three Years, Boundless Connections

A dancer dips into a low second position, leaning over her right knee, chest and chin lifted, an open right hand reaching. Her silver top and the billowing folds of her skirt shimmer in the blueish light. Behidn her a row of dancers standing in gowns of different constructions and colors, sparkling and reflecting as behind them a video of a field path plays, one dancer in a yellow dress walking on screen.
Photo: Maria Baranova
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Multilayered Memory in a Feminist Timescape

Emilee Lord

Jasmine Hearn’s Memory Fleet: Beloved, Let’s Cross

A photo from Nami Yamamoto’s work of an Asian femme with blunt bangs and a shoulder-length haircut, standing open-mouthed. This image is translucently superimposed onto another image of two dancers wearing colorful tshirts and sweats, engaging in physical scores.
Photo of Nami Yamamoto by Elyse Mertz
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40-years-old and still kicking

ankita

Opening night at the Performance Mix Festival

maura nguyễn donohue lunges forward onto one foot with her arms slicing outwards from her back. She wears a mustard yellow button-down shirt, navy blue coat, grey pants, and vibrant blue sneakers. She is framed by the grey-shirted backs of Shannon Yu and Rami Margron, and the darkness behind her.
Photo: Marcus Middleton
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There is Something Happening in the Basement of Judson Church

Rachel DeForrest Repinz

The relentless drive of Pink Fang’s “The Table.”

Two people draped in brown fabric rest their heads on one another’s shoulders in front of a white background. The image is edited with faint red and blue outlines.
Photo: Kosoko Performance Studio
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This Is Not Surveillance. You Gon Have To Participate.

Caitlin Green

//shrouded\\ evokes a necessary discomfort within the container of performance.

A dancer caught mid-head spin with white sneakers punching into the air while a crowd of others watch intently, arms reaching towards each other.
Photo: Courtesy of Rennie Harris
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When do we Shout If Not Now?

Noel Price-Bracey

In Losing My Religion, Rennie Harris models resistance, teaching us to never tire until “victory is won.”

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