Featuring works both improvised and composed, the performance asks me to bring my attention to time and to space.
A small army of rambunctious revelers attacked the square from four approaches.
We see the dynamics of power shaped by historic narrative, social conventions, and our own unselfconscious playfulness.
After seeing multiple iterations of the same material, certain phrases and shapes became familiar, like old friends returning to the stage.
Audiences were served solid structures that flirted with choreography, free and open-ended interpretations, and works with little design other than spontaneity...
Can young artists be held responsible for integrating a history that happened on a different continent decades before?