New York

Lisa Kron, playing dance critic Walter Terry, has short brown hair, is dressed in a tan suit and wears thick-rimmed glasses, sits with their legs crossed and a notebook on top of their lap. Opposite, Richard Move as dance icon Martha Graham sits regally in a long dark dress, their hair up in a bun, and their eyes highlighted with dramatic eyeliner. Between them, is a small table with a vase of white flowers, and behind them are two women in a unison dance shape: bowed forward, with one leg extended high up behind them.
Photo: Andrea Mohin

Long Live the Queen

Brendan McCall

It’s 1963 and 2025 and Richard Move IS Martha Graham

A woman sits with her back to us while sitting at a keyboard. A candle on top of it illuminates the faces of about fifty people who sit facing her in a dim orange color. On the shadowy walls we can see framed paintings, a clock, and an artificial head of an elephant.
Photo: Azu Rodriguez

From the Chrysalis: ayo ohs´ A Minor Relief

Brendan McCall

ayo ohs shows how making art is the only way to move on from loss

Wen Hui, a Chinese woman dressed in a red striped shirt and black pants, looks down past her nose at Japanese counterpart, Eiko Otake, while reaching a claw-shaped hand out to Otake’s face. Otake wears a baggy white dress that hides her form. One of her hands meets Wen Hui’s upper arm, while the other pulls Wen Hui’s hand to her face.
Photo: Zhou Huiyini

War is (in)human

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We are all tangled. Do you understand?

Found in Translation

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A child of immigrants dances in her parents’ kitchen

Four performers dressed in silver, with black caps, pause with their backs to the audience, three in chairs and one standing. They gaze at four shimmering towers of silver fringe.
Photo: Cherylynn Tsushima

The Future is Disabled (and wearing silver fringe)

Rachel DeForrest Repinz

The Next TiMes interweaves holistic access offerings with shiny, futuristic aesthetics.

A composite still from Pajarillo, Como No Voy A Llorar? (Little Birdy, How Could I Not Cry). Travieso stands naked on concrete in front of an abstract gray digital background. With eyes closed, she holds a large black satin fabric that billows out to her left. Covering her body is an image of a large bird-like creature fallen on the ground in a desert landscape, with a child and adult looking on.
Photo: Yara Travieso

Inside/Out Protest: Embodied Liberation with Yara Travieso

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Softening into tender resistance and honest disobedience with NYC-based Cuban-Venezuelan artist Yara Travieso.

Three performers cluster towards the middle of the frame, in various blurred states of movement: arms reaching, legs akimbo, gaze down. Towards the bottom left hand corner is a small yoga block. The picture is brightly lit from sun-spotted lights in the back.
Photo: Julie Mayo

2.0 The horse is blonde, and other mutterings

Madeline Shuron

Julie Mayo and Christy Funsch present ”A Wife in Dance,” a split bill performance prioritizing space, distance, and relations

Photo: The Adeboye Brothers

The Magical Realism in TRIBE’s Black Hole

Emilee Lord

An otherworldly trio navigates non-space with undulating clarity

Photo: Stephanie Berger

Faustin Linyekula’s Art Mends Broken Circles

Jonathan Stein

Linyekula uses dance, video, and artifact to explore his intercontinental connections.