Showing posts with label 2015 Festival of New Dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2015 Festival of New Dance. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 October 2015

When the FACETS come together we have a gem


10 gates dancing inc, October 8 - a facet (of FACETS)



We were especially lucky to have this one time version of FACETS, featuring Riley Sims as the "guy in white underwear", Charles Quevillon as "the musician" and Tedd Robinson, who stole the stage as "the guy with things on his head".  Another version of this mash-up was performed in May at the National Arts Centre by seven collaborators who were influenced by Robinson's archives and a score by Quevillon.  But we had our very own unique 30-minute delight of quirkiness that served as the ideal counterpoint to Future Perfect and its solemnity.  Here we had three male creators and performers acting in a manner that verged on the absurd.  Memorable.  This is why we need dance– to span gender, generation and genre.

When Angels Become Real


Lisa Porter, October 8 Future Perfect

Porter says her programme notes that Klee's Angelus Novus
sparked some of Bruton's inspiration for the costumes.
Lisa Porter is to be commended for assembling such a talented crew.  Lori Clarke was both a collaborator/performer and was responsible for the score.  Her fellow collaborator/performer was Andrea Tucker.  Now, who was the human and whom the angel?  They were both lyrical and yet strong–an aspect that was enhanced by Kelly Bruton's timeless costumes.  I was reminded of images of Diana the huntress with both flowing robes and armor. 

There is an intriguing quality of conflict here: the angel blown from Paradise, wings wounded, backwards into the future.  Porter's choreography and the improvisational nature of this piece leave a lot of ambiguity, fertile grey shadows or room for our imaginations.

Walter Benjamin is also quoted in the program see the tattoo for the quote.


The St. John's Vocal Exploration Gatherings under the direction of Chris Tonelli was also a very strong presence in this production.  So much so that if I had one temptation to resist while viewing Future Perfect it was the desire to close my eyes so that I could better concentrate on the choir sounds, which were simply ravishing.

Epic Performance of Eunoia Crowns Festival Finale


Choreographer Denise Fujiwara's introductory comments were most welcome.  She took us into the deliciously clever poetry of Christian Bok that inspired her with its manipulation of systematicatically deleting vowels.  Fujiwara then explained how she applied the concept of artful elimination or constraints to her choreography, avoiding the customary repetoire of dance forms and ensemble dancing.  As a result, I was expecting something that might be described as minimalist.  Boy, was I wrong!

As soon as the audience entered the theatre we were greeted verbally and welcomed with smiles and open gestures by a dancer.  The breakdown between performer and viewer had begun and was a constant in the performance.  We engaged in games, won silly prizes, had our photograph taken and projected, we were even served beer, pretzels and popcorn.  Engagement would be a key word for me in describing what was at all times and intense dance theatre experience.  Unexpected juxtapositions of movement and word fused comedy and tragedy. 

Despite the adult content wit and whimsy of Fujiwara's choreography and the seamless performance of her five-member troupe there was no doubt that this was serious dance for serious viewers.  It was a sustained and sophisticated exploration of storytelling through movement, spoken word, music, projected text and rich visual use of costume and staging.  It was a marathon through literature, visual art, popular culture and more; it left you wishing for a rewind button because you were sure you missed something.  Eunoia could be seen several times before its nuances could be exhausted.

On Saturday night in St. John's, the audience eagerly followed every beat of Fujiwara Dance Inventions and erupted into an unequivocal standing ovation for their powerhouse performance.  What a way to end a dance festival!


Wednesday, 7 October 2015

fou glorieux

I have been a long time fan of Édouard Lock's  LaLaLa .  And that came with an undying devotion to the talents of one of his favourite troup dancers– Louise Lecavalier.  So, last night you know I was going to be there for the opening night of FND (Festival of New Dance), which featured the talent of that woman who sprang into public attention  by being Dave Bowie's solo on stage dancer.

Louise Lecavalier has a distinct way of embodying music.  Every Frr-g inch of that woman becomes the music.  If it was a video you could turn off the audio and if Louise was on the screen you could imagine the sound.  So, that means from the spiky roots of her hair to the articulate toes of her feet Louise is the music.  It was a joy to behold her.

But, things sot seriously interesting when a partner entered the stage.   Big ole' hunk of muscle paired up with small woman.   But baby, could they move together!  If I let my mind percolate metaphors, I'd come up with "she's red pepper flakes and he's dark chocolate".  You know where I'm going with this…together they were an unforgettable savory mix.  

You should have been there.