Simply breathtaking, I had forgotten about the evocative power of dance, of its ability to create an atmosphere and delineate stories, to convey and capture emotions, to entice you into a hypnotic trance. I was simply blown away with this performance. The Wow, the unexpected, that challenged my preconceptions, one could not preempt the narrative: the static and dynamic, displacements of bodies and flows, the singular and the plural, the pose: the framing of space and time: the dance. It teased and captivated and compelled you to watch, lest you miss a nuance. The kinetic energy propelling you forward into the unknown: new experiences to be had.
I loved how people came out of the theatre with different interpretations of the performance, a real sign of a compelling work of art: was it about the migration of birds, about Auschwitz. Well, I guess it conveys a universal message, we see events unfolding today, but we choose to bury our heads in the sand, to much information to assimilate, leave it to history to communicate to us present horrors.
I hear people talking about making films with myriads of endings. For me, the sign of an engaging piece is its ability to enable us the viewers to narrate our own endings, and this piece does just that.
I had strangers approaching me asking me what did you think about the dance, what did you believe it was about? …stimulates the brain to make a conscious act a subconscious one.
The movements transcend, the choreography was so innovative, out of what appeared to be chaos came order, which then descended back into chaos, it was haunting and foreboding. The piece gripped you by the throat and would not let go…bodies moving like waves rolling in the ocean’s oscillating rhythms.
Moving in circular motions, some change direction, some revert to previous headings, ponderous and dragging, aqueous and translucent, heavy and dense one felt the pull, the toing and froing, against gravity.
The currents heave, rise and fall in slow motions, they create channels of endless slumber, lumbering, as if wanting to stand still, but compelled to move, coasting, streams flow through the vast expanse of the infinite ocean, the sky above heavy and grey, and so is the ocean’s surface, some of the streams break to create eddies, fracturing the rhythmic flows.
The water swells to rounded peaks and descends into deep troughs, pregnant and heavy, fighting against and slowing time, some turn in on themselves — creating whirlpools.
The feeling inside wells to overflow, from stratospheric highs to deep lows. The body wants to take flight, like the swan heaving and rocking as it runs and gathers pace to ascend, to lift its substantial mass into the air, cognate to us seeking to rise above the fray, to find some beauty in our existence, still it looks graceful drifting on still water. Emotions brims and pours over the rim.
I was later to find that the pieces was about the movements of migrants.