We WaitThe dance starts slowly. Stage right, on film, a woman kneels on the floor, pale and ghostly. Sometimes, someone else sits with her, lit by the projection. Stage left, a large white square is taped on the floor. The edge of the square is a threshold. Within the square there is waiting, there is prayer, there is chaos, there is abandon and caution, there is dancing and stillness in equal parts. Stillness is dancing.
PineThis work juxtaposes a slow and careful solo, danced almost in place, with a widely ranging, spilling duet. The duet ebbs into an ever shifting five minute hug. The solo flows into the task of sadness. The sustained separation of the solo from the duet creates a quiet longing. As usual, the structure is simple. The songs are also simple: rock idol, pop songs unusually used. The challenge is in making simplicity hold such delicate and complex meaning.
Imagine us in silver.Two women stand upstage on lines of silver duct tape. Their 70’s clothes are spray-painted silver. This is the closest to fabulous that they can come. They move in unison, very slowly to David Bowie’s "Life on Mars." They pace, gesture, crawl and blink their eyes to "Life on Mars," played a second time. They lip sync and dance wildly, falling and leaping, to *Life on Mars*, played a third time. The audience sings along. By the third time, everyone is singing loudly, perhaps badly, together, involved in the simple structure of repetition and in the mess of feeling things.