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Friday, April 20, 2018

This Black Earth: jumatatu m. poe at GIBNEY

jumatatu m. poe
(photo courtesy of the artist)

Inspired by the hot brown granules in both desert dirt and beach sand, terrestrial is an examination of humans as earth and Black humans as having a long, continuing terrestrial history that far precedes—and will outlive—the past five centuries of white supremacy’s specific oppressions. From beneath packed ground, vocal composition and choreography are unearthed to magnify the epic truthsliesfantasiesmemoriesdreams underneath the hot brown skin tones of the performers.
--from promotion for terrestrial, a work by jumatatu m. poe

Curated by dance artist Marýa Wethers, Gathering Place: Black Queer Land(ing) continues at the Lab at GIBNEY this week with, terrestrial, a three-hour performance installation by jumatatu m. poe. Between 6pm and 9pm, audience members may come and go throughout the performance, but the door only opens for these transitions at 15-minute intervals. The Lab is also known as Studio A, the lobby-level sliver of space in which GIBNEY has often programmed intimate performances. Capacity is quite limited, and most seating is floorbound around the perimeter with just a few chairs available.

terrestrial's floor is covered in rumpled cloth that can slip under dancers' bare feet--and your feet, too, as you approach or leave your spot; take care. Once, I saw poe deftly catch and right his balance; at another moment, dancer Samantha Speis deliberately played with that slipperiness. This shifting surface is, I think, important to one's experience and understanding. A changing terrain can be treacherous and/or an opportunity to be shaped by one's intelligence and desire.

In any case, the mobile cloth is a marvelous sculptural element in poe's installation. Embedded in it are five round mounds of what appears to be rock salt the light olive-green of peridots, gemstones associated with ancient Egypt, the strength of the Sun and the banishment of toxicity. Interestingly, while I was there at least, none of the dancers' or viewers' movements disturbed these carefully-tended mounds. Even when Speis briefly rested her hands atop one hillock's curve, only a few crystals escaped their circle.

poe, Speis and Brazilian vocalist Rodrigo Jerônimo--who also moves while the other two also often vocalize--perform essentially naked except for scanty, clear plastic wrappings. The wrap around poe's neck rustles as he moves and quickly brings to mind the situation of a creature stuck in a discarded shopping bag.

For the most part, the three did not directly interact--at least, during the time I watched--as they trod and plodded along individual pathways. Their often restrained, internalized, localized movements betrayed a condition of being limited in available space, though occasionally fighting that limitation (Speis's sudden agitation, arms and long dreadlocks flying, for instance). Their eyes looked sightless and strange; red contact lenses?

Their voices expressed bodily experience with gruff, primal directness, but they did not "speak" to or with one another. Land masses unto themselves, then?

In one passage, as performers curled up on the floor, maybe dreaming what would come next, the space erupted in an extended crescendo of Black vocalists--most, perhaps not all, women. The editing here is incredible, as if rapidly switching among a host of radio channels to capture dozens of these voices trilling, soaring, swooping, ululating and keening, each caught at the choice moment. (And, yeah, some of you might play a mental game of "Name That Tune.") There's no specific credit given for this brilliant, spine-tingling collage; I'm assuming that poe created it. Tayarisha Poe is credited with the elusive, splintered video design, and Asami Morita contributed delicate, alluring light effects.

One final note about this GIBNEY presentation:

While poe granted permission for terrestrial to be reviewed, he does not consider it to be a finished piece but, rather, an ongoing process of discovery.

terrestrial continues tonight, starting at 6pm, and will conclude tomorrow, Saturday, also starting at 6pm. Tomorrow's performance will be preceded by a 4:30 talk. For Friday ticket information, click here. Advance tickets for Saturday are sold out; for wait list information, click here.

Gathering Place: Black Queer Land(ing) concludes with performances by I Moving Lab (Apr 26–28). For information and tickets, click here.

GIBNEY
280 Broadway (enter at 53A Chambers Street), Manhattan
Subways: 4/5/6 to Brooklyn Bridge-City Hall; N/R/W to City Hall; 2/3 to Park Place

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Thursday, April 7, 2011

Connecting voice and movement and others

La MaMa Experimental Theatre Club presents

Peter Sciscioli (New York) / Ana Sofrenovic (Belgrade)
Work-in-progress showing of a cross-cultural collaboration

Sunday, April 10 (5:30pm)

Created and performed by Peter Sciscioli and Ana Sofrenovic

Moderated by Marýa Wethers, Program Manager of New York Live Arts (Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane Dance Company and Dance Theater Workshop Reimagined)
For this one time showing, New York-based performer/choreographer Peter Sciscioli teams up with Serbian actress/vocalist Ana Sofrenovic to share in a new work begun via Skype in Summer 2010. Sciscioli and Sofrenovic met during Meredith Monk’s workshop at Carnegie Hall in 2006 and have been working with, as a departure point, their mutual interest in combining voice and movement within a theatrical and choreographic context. In our ever-expanding technological and global landscape, how do we experience unseen and often indescribable connections with others across space and time?
To RSVP, please email your name and number of seats requested.

La MaMa
74A East 4th Street (between Bowery and Second Avenue), Manhattan
(directions)

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Some DNA discoveries

With its choreography series, OB-ject-ob-JECT, Dance New Amsterdam fosters innovative collaboration among women artists working in various disciplines. This season--which ends tomorrow with a 3pm performance--offers a few good reasons to head to DNA now and to keep watch for more notable developments from its current roster of artists.

I'm most intrigued by the Italian, Amsterdam-based choreographer Giulia Mureddu. In Bava (US premiere), Mureddu duets with a squealing, mewling, man-sized puppet with spongey, bulging cloth flesh and hard, glassy eyes that sparkle under the lights. The puppet (designed by collaborator Ulrike Quade) seems to be fused with the dancer's body and with her soul. Her precise, sensitive manipulation of this figure not only creates an poignant, at times frightening illusion that it is alive but also displays alternating facets of a relationship both tender and terribly dark in nature. Bava is a kaleidoscopic, disturbing dream--and a brilliant execution of Mureddu and Quade's concept.

Soloist Marýa Wethers and choreographer Daria Faïn have made good on the promise of a work-in-progress I saw, last December, at 92nd Street Y. TARGET::furnace (phase one) seems to have clarified its purpose as a fantasy of the iconic woman hero/superhero/martial artist--She possessed of indomitable physical and mental acuity. In the opening segment, Wethers--wrapped in an oversized, thick terry cloth robe, with matching bath towels draped over her head, an amazing, sculptural costume--strides round and around with her game face on and her arms and fists raised in the gesture of a prize fighter. In another high-energy passage, Wethers unleashes her superpowers, spinning this way and that as she throws darts at Robert Kocik's wooden "target-objects." At times, TARGET (otherwise oddly titled, but Faïn and poet Kocik are noted for intricate investigation and word play) feels a little loose-thready. But its interesting conclusion hints at breakthrough to a consciousness beyond strength and heroism. Katherine Young's luscious score--performed live by Young (bassoon), Christine Bard (percussion) and Erica Dicker (violin)--contributes a fragrant, haunting sound bouquet.

In Mariangela Lopez's Accidental #5 (world premiere), a lone woman holding a pose I'd readily call "the kneeling Isadora Duncan" eventually gives way to a floor-full of women and men in weird-ass costumes, no two alike, who flail and jerk their bodies long and hard. Suddenly stopping, they pant, looking around in that way that you do when you're standing still and managing to hold yourself up but your brain seems to spinning in its skull. If Accidental #5, as it progresses, comes off looking like amateurish good-time romping--hey, let's all mass together and boogie down and hoot and holler!--I guess we can trace that back this ecstatic opening. There's a hella lotta energy here, which clearly sparked the audience around me last night; rousing hoots greeted the sixteen dancers and Lopez as they lined up for their bows. Hella lotta energy doesn't quite substitute for innovation, but Lopez does introduce a few unexpected ways of addressing space--by tucking a pocket of hot activity in a far corner, partly obscured by the wings or having her sixteen dancers form a many-headed, multi-faceted organism slowly crawling the rear of the space. A marvelous dancer herself, she's got an interesting eye for visual effects and a playful spirit bordering on the rebellious, and I just want her to totally cross that border and go there.

For more information on OB-ject-ob-JECT and ticketing for tonight (8pm) or tomorrow (3pm), click here.

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