Fringe

A dancer with braids leans against the shoulder of another dancer in a dimly lit room with a red hue. Both wear black and seem to be enjoying each other's company.
Photo: Ally Wilson

Grief Exhausted Is Made Lighter

Nadia Ureña

A turbulent exploration of how exhausting it feels to hold space.

Against a black background, Schreiben wearing a black suit stands partially obscured by the vibrant red parasol he is holding.
Photo: Bootstrap Media Group

Respecting the Ritual

Nadia Ureña

A story-telling ritual gone awry invites us to respect the god in all things.

Kay MacMaster wearing blue coveralls stands in the center of a wood paneled performance space. Their body is folded forward, knees slightly bent, and the head tossed sideways with their long blonde hair dramatically fanning out, capturing a feeling of wild abandon and emotional release.
Photo: Natalie Fiol

Stripping the Dual West

Nadia Ureña

A haunting confrontation on the frontier.

Three dancers in dynamic positions pose against a stark white background. On the left Annie Peterson wears a red bandana and a red pinnie is hunched over looking down. In the center a Vitche-Boul Ra dons a colorfully patterned shirt, has one arm akimbo and the other reaches out towards the lens. On the right Zeze Schorsch in a red tie dye tee with a black vest overlain leans back and looks towards the other dancers.
Photo: Melissa Simpson

Consenting to Play

Nadia Ureña

Sometimes the performance is in fact play.

A group of dancers wearing all black with old-fashioned wartime helmets pile over one another, leaning onto each other with eyes tensely closed. A red light encapsulates the space, as large black spikes climb upwards along the back wall.
Photo: Andrea Mecchi

earth as a woman’s body

desire amaiya

on the frontlines in France, there is an innocence as they talk about war.

pink backlight, three dancers, left most has right arm up and left arm down, middle has both arms bent upward, right has bent left arm and straight right arm, all in purple polos, two white set pieces frame the image with black curved lines.
Photo: Thomas Choinacky

i hold your towel just how you like it

desire amaiya

we are spectators in a typically unwatched game.

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