Philadelphia Fringe Festival 2026

Edu Dìaz dressed in an ornate gown with a big white lacy collar stands speaking to the right. Behind them is a bluye projection of what appears to be someone screaming. The projection is framed by a red velvet curtain.
Photo by Ruby Goldner
  • Reviews

The Theatre Begs for Exploitation

Nadia Ureña

Her majesty desperately wants us to consume the beast.

A dancer wears a feathered head piece and bright red garment with yellow, orange, black, and white strips of fabrics that dangle as they dance in front of a black backdrop.
Photo: Native Nations Dance Theater
  • Reviews

Dancing Afroindigeneity

Caitlin Green

From Africa to Turtle Island and the Caribbean…

Image Description: Five young would-be campers, mostly smiling, with goofy patterned T-shirts standing in socks on a wood floor displaying supportive thumbs up. One dancer is seated, their face framed by a round lavender and white floaty.
Photo: Noel Price-Bracey
  • Reviews

A Letter from Fringe Summer Dance Camp

Noel Price-Bracey

Dreaming counselors were modern dancers and me a dance writer.

Image Description: Four figures, shrouded in gauzy silver, turquoise, crimson and beige sheer fabric atop their salakots (Asian-Strykers conical hats), crouch forward gesturing to the Earth. Surrounded by blackness, they stand, casting shadow on a light grey marley floor. There is a long piece of white plastic sheeting strewn across the floor in the foreground.
‘Find your way back… follow my hum.’
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Sarswela: Recovering from Twisted Tongues

E. Wallis Cain Carbonell

‘Find your way back… follow my hum.’

Image description: an image of a dancer in fifth position on pointe, wearing a strapless leotard and skirt is copied three times over a black background with large bold lettering that reads “I don’t dance”.
  • Reviews

When The Inner Critic Meets A Little Delusion

Caitlin Green

Kirner exposes the quintessential stage dancers’ inner monologue.

Chloe Marie Newton, a black female dancer wearing a gauzy dark blue tank and Helen Hale, a white female dancer with a long brown ponytail wearing shimmery silver, sit on a light grey marley floor, reclined on one hip with knees gently stacked and one arm intertwined with the other, reaching upwards. They have their backs to us and around and beyond them, we can see pale, cool-toned, sheer fabric. Through and beyond the fabric, we see a row of shadowy-figured audience members, seated and wearing headphones that emit a blue glow.
Photo: Johanna Austin
  • Reviews

Indelible Release: a Moonscape

E. Wallis Cain Carbonell

“Inside a womb of memories where the water body floats…”

A group of twelve people pose in front of a white wall. on the floor level, four group members either sit, lie, kneel or lunge on the ground. standing members lean on one another on either side of the crew, and people in the center sit or lay on a bench together.
Photo Credit: Jeffrey Evans
  • Interviews

Cannonball Bets on Philadelphia’s Indie Artists

Caitlin Green

“Cannonball is no one person’s vision, but the collective fever dream of us all.”

Three dancers, including Nalini Prakash and Vijay Palaparty all face each other in a circle, dressed in vibrant greens, reds and yellows while Vijay wears mostly all white. They are in a dance studio with warm wooden floors. They are all smiling at each other, reaching arms around while balancing on one foot.
Photo: Natasha Cohen-Carroll
  • Interviews

Who am I?

Zoe Farnsworth

Nalini Prakash and Vijay Palaparty discuss identity, tradition, and the evolving 20-year journey of Godavari.