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Sunday, October 14, 2018

Tere O'Connor Dance presents "Long Run" at NYU Skirball

from Tere O'Connor's Long Run
(photo: Ben McKeown)

Two nights does not a long run make. But that's all we got of Long Run, the New York premiere of Tere O'Connor's 2017 octet, at NYU Skirball Center. Nor is a dancer' scamper, quietly observed by a trio of colleagues, long at all. It goes on just enough for you to register it as a breezy dance cliché before it's cut off. Long Run plays with a viewer's perception of a formal, distant stage and what we usually see there. Dancers who spill out, diagonally, from the wings--another attractive cliché. A dancer falling into the waiting support of a huddle of others--another emotion-stirring cliché. An artist filling the stages's expanse with rows of interspersed dancers, enlivening depth in what, essentially, is emptiness.

Folding, unfolding to O'Connor's charming and varied percussion, Judkins, Simon Courchel, Marc Crousillat, Eleanor Hullihan, Emma JudkinsJoey Loto, Silas Riener, Lee Serle and Jin Ju Song-Begin seem toy-like to me. Posable, folding and unfolding, snappily bending at all the joints, stepping to a jaunty rhythm in a way that resonates in a viewer's own body. Feel yourself marching along?

The extroverted movements often emphasize bold, cleanly-cut shapes--like printed letters, no cursive--and open space between dancers. You can almost feel wind coursing around them. You can clearly see the folks in the back. Again, there's that sense of movement bridging a distance, dancers extended in playfulness. I see them, sometimes, like jacks; like letters painted on letter blocks. I'm drawn to the detail of Riener's hands held taught and flat as rackets. And I'd guess my images mean nothing to O'Connor. But here they are. Something the dance is doing when it leaves home.

Music: Tere O'Connor
Lighting design: Michael O'Connor
Costume design: Strauss Bourque-Lafrance

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For information on future programming at NYU Skirball Center, click here.

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Friday, September 30, 2016

RoseAnne Spradlin marks her Joyce spot with "X"

L-r: Dancers Asli Bulbul, Connor Voss and Kayvon Pourazar
of RoseAnne Spradlin/Performance Projects
(photo: Glen Fogel)

 A quadrille is an 18th century dance performed in a rectangular configuration and viewed from four sides. To kick off its 2016/17 season, The Joyce Theater will be transformed for the NY Quadrille, a sensational two-week engagement created by renowned choreographer Lar Lubovitch and commissioned by The Joyce featuring a specially constructed platform stage designed to create viewing from four sides. Following through with the spirit of “four,” Lubovitch has selected four exciting choreographers—Pam Tanowitz, RoseAnne Spradlin, Tere O’Connor, and Loni Landon to create contemporary dance works on four sides. Each quadrille will be performed on its own program, with each program performed four times over the course of the two weeks. This transformation of The Joyce is sure to challenge audiences to embrace a new concept of the theater’s physical space and to appreciate the artistry of the four choreographers chosen to participate in this exciting event.
 --for promotional material for NY Quadrille

Lar Lubovitch's design and curatorial experiment, NY Quadrille, has landed on The Joyce Theater like an alien mothership scorching circles into a cornfield.

I hear that square performance platform now eating part of the regular stage area and part of the regular audience seating cost the Joyce a lot of coins. My first sight of it--from the vantage point of one of the remaining front-facing seats--made me think I must have overshot the mark and ended up a few avenues away at The Kitchen. Or maybe really overshot and ended up at BAM Fisher. To be honest, this was both exciting and unsettling. And that disturbing ambivalence only intensified when I saw what RoseAnne Spradlin had created for her turn at the quadrille--X, a trio for contemporary dance stars Asli Bulbul, Connor Voss and Kayvon Pourazar, all of whom deserve a hefty pay raise.

Kudos to Lubovitch for giving multiple Bessie-winning Spradlin her Joyce debut. NY Quadrille, on the whole, is an intentional risk. One Times writer, previewing the two-week series, actually called out the Joyce for habitual "staleness," and Lubovitch's initiative certainly throws open a new set of windows. But how will it play with the typical Joyce-goer?

I don't know how Tanowitz fared or how O'Connor and Landon will fare during their runs, but dance press seemed to outnumber civilians at Spradlin's opening night. And, yes, I'm wildly exaggerating, but you get the picture. Someone in the Joyce lobby wondered aloud if City Center's more affordable, aesthetically-accessible Fall for Dance might have drawn the usual Joyce fans uptown.

The evening did not go easy on those who took up the challenge. Spradlin's audience grew quite fidgety--in one man's case, openly surly. Even early on, people started bailing out of the show. And with Joe Levasseur's lights keeping dancers and their gawkers in constant view of one another, those departures were not exactly subtle.

X deserved better, certainly its dancers did, maintaining prodigious concentration and composure even in the face of one man crying out, "Just stop!" But, hey, I'm a downtown girl. I've sat through gnarlier (and less rewarding) stuff. Spradlin is kind of my jam.

Still, even for me, the hour-and-change with X was not without struggle. The audience annoyed me. A lot. I did not want to see or hear them. Glen Fogel's sound work reminded me too often of the less-decorous aspects and processes of life in a body. The repeated and repeated and repeated use of "Love's Theme"--Love Unlimited Orchestra's era-evoking instrumental--got under my skin. The dancers' stately, ritualized tasks of lifting and shifting and rearranging their gymnastic bars--suggesting, by rapid turns of association, heavy gym weights, portable ballet barres, monkey bars and barricades--eventually wore me out, too.

Yet these X-cesses read like a poem meant to burrow its way under the viewer's skin. A continuous push-and-pull between what cannot be easily controlled--human bodies in the wild--and the overlaying, controlling law of structure. Shifts and returns, both unexpected and, of course, expected. Voss's supple, sylph-like form rendered strangely weighty and awkward by Pourazar lifting and handling. Pourazar's unexpected reverse of this pattern--all floaty, slidey grace as he slips his body around Voss's with just a lightly-firm pressure from Voss's hand. Metal rods that, straddled first by Bulbul then by the others, combine the utilitarian with the suggestive. Sniper maneuvers mimicked, with dead seriousness, over disco sound: I'm never, ever gonna quit/'Cause quittin' ain't my stick.

Pourazar, Voss and Bulbul don't quit--even when some viewers do--'cause quittin' ain't their stick. With and for Spradlin, they refuse to compromise for our love but work damn hard for our respect.

X continues through October 2. For schedule information and tickets, click here.

The Joyce Theater
175 Eighth Avenue (corner of 19th Street), Manhattan
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Thursday, December 3, 2015

Tere O'Connor opens "The Goodbye Studies" at The Kitchen

Tere O'Connor's The Goodbye Studies
(photos: Yi-Chun Wu) 


Although not created alongside Tere O'Connor's new dance, The Goodbye StudiesJames Baker's original score might be considered its voice. If so, it is a voice containing multitudes strange, beguiling and fleeting. It emerges--bursts free--after a lengthy silence during which O'Connor has toyed with entrances and exits and placement coordinates for individuals and groupings within his 12-member corps. A rhythmic patchwork, the score reflects the texture of the ensemble that will dance this hour. Only dance insiders can fully appreciate the way the sight of each of these dancers--including "downtown" stalwarts like Simon Courchel and Michael Ingle--can make the heart beat a little faster in anticipation, but even newbies would surely read and get the seamless way they have learned to work together. It's visceral. And that coherence within diversity (and vice versa) is the charm of The Goodbye Studies, running at The Kitchen through December 12.

O'Connor creates an immersive ride for his audience. I don't mean the kind of immersive performance where we literally get all up in the performers' action. Here, that happens only in our heads, our shifting awareness--and, frankly, with O'Connor, that is quite enough. We zoom in and out, experience macro- and micro-awareness of the movement, the ensemble as a malleable, stretchable fabric that, at times, could even be rent apart and, in the next breath, flow back into wholeness. Within that fabric, sometimes wriggling hands claim our focus, or we might perceive tangles disentangling or wreathes of bodies unraveling themselves. Arms might issue firmly-shaped signals, graceful scoops and arcs or aimless pawing, requiring observation, discouraging interpretation. Smoothly morphing through its environment, the body of the ensemble becomes hypnotic and a satisfying force. You can be there with that.

Unwisely, I jotted notes but, the next day, wondered things like: "What exactly does 'orbital folk dancing' mean?"  I know I knew in that moment, but that moment is gone. And that seems to me to be where O'Connor lives.

The unshowy costuming--credited to performers Lily Gold, Eleanor Hullihan and Ingle--has a leveling effect, even though each garment is different, and lends a certain vulnerability. Michael O'Connor's lighting rests upon the ensemble without aggression.  The performers, well, they are everything: Courchel, Ingle, Gold, Hullihan, Tess Dworman, Natalie Green, Joey Loto, Oisín Monaghan, Angie Pittman, Mary Read, Laurel Snyder and Lauren Vermilion. They believe, and you believe. How lucky they and O'Connor are to have one another.

The Goodbye Studies continues through December 12 with performances at 8pm (no late seating). For schedule details and ticketing, click here.

Note: This is one of this season's hot tickets. Don't be late. Tickets are released to the wait list at 8pm sharp.

The Kitchen
512 West 19th Street (between 10th and 11th Avenues), Manhattan
(map/directions)

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

On the APAP trail--Tere O'Connor's "Undersweet"

In Undersweet, O’Connor works from the supposition that formalism might result from repressed sexual desire. The work is a choreographic meditation on how this paradox finds expression in dance, or possibly even generates it. -- American Realness
But of course.

And, of course, the Facebook hive mind sort of chimed in today with a listicle of ten reasons that dancers make superior sex partners. It's a good day in America when we wake up to find dancers acknowledged for being good for something.

Anyway, if you think you can cram into the tiny Experimental Theater at Abrons Arts Center--and American Realness fest will make every effort, even illegally from what I observed yesterday, to see that you do--try to see Undersweet. It's a 35-minute duet by Tere O'Connor for Michael Ingle and Silas Riener.

If sexual desire is repressed by formalism, that primal energy is seeping out all over the place in Undersweet, and it is affirmed. How could it not be? Let me repeat: Michael Ingle and Silas Riener. Those two angelically gorgeous men could dance the phone book, and it would be worth all of your time. The courtly framework and flourishes of Undersweet do not so much imprison desire as press grapes for wine.

with lighting by Michael O'Connor and a musical collage by Tere O'Connor from Jean-Baptiste Lully's Atys

Undersweet repeats on tonight at 8:30pm and Wednesday, January 14 at 5:30pm. Click here for information and tickets.

For information on other American Realness festival events at Abrons Arts Center and beyond, click here.

Abrons Arts Center
466 Grand Street, Manhattan
(map/directions)

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Tere O'Connor premieres "BLEED" at BAM Next Wave Festival

David Thomson (l) with Ryan Kelly in BLEED
(photo by Ian Douglas)
In the close quarters of BAM Fisher's Fishman Space, audiences enjoy an impressive, affecting view into BLEED--the new piece from Tere O'Connor Dance for BAM's Next Wave Festival. Seating is by general admission. So, if you go tonight for the final performance, arrive early so that you can sit up front and take pleasure in watching some of New York's smartest performers at work. O'Connor's eleven dancing adepts include Tess Dworman, devynn emory, Natalie Green, Michael Ingle, Ryan Kelly, Oisín Monaghan, Cynthia Oliver, Heather Olson, Mary Read, Silas Riener and David Thomson, each of these a veteran of one or another disparate works--Secret Mary, poem and Sister--folded into one another and distilled for the making of this piece. 

While that's the creation story behind BLEED, it does not explain BLEED, nor does BLEED seem to call for explicit analysis. For me, it is an hour of pure experience--awareness of being floated into and through a work of art so that its components, made and performed with exacting craft, suddenly magnify, opening themselves to exploration and marvel and amusement. Ideally, we should always be moved to see art in this way. Ideally--as I have come to anticipate from O'Connor--art should always reward this way of seeing.

James Baker--a Bessie winner and frequent O'Connor collaborator--composed the musical enchantments, performed along with cellist Chris Gross and vocalist Julia Read. Lighting is by Michael O'Connor and costumes by Walter Dundervill.

BLEED's concludes this evening with a 7:30pm performance. If tickets remain, you can get them here

BAM Fisher (Fishman Space)
321 Ashland Place, Brooklyn
(map/directions)

Monday, February 11, 2013

Jean Butler prepares a new solo for Danspace Project


Jean Butler in hurry (photo by Ian Douglas)
For many people in the US and abroad, New York-born and raised Jean Butler became the beloved face of Irish traditional dance, most notably through her star role in the megahit musical Riverdance, her partnership with Colin Dunne in Dancing on Dangerous Ground, as well as many appearances on tour with The Chieftains. Most of her fans might not be aware that this highly disciplined artist, so strongly rooted in her Irish ancestral culture, continues to challenge herself through forging impressive connections to New York's postmodern dance community.

In 2010, Butler made her Danspace Project debut, premiering Day, a solo work she commissioned from acclaimed choreographer Tere O’Connor. This winter (Thursday-Saturday, March 7-9), she returns to Danspace Project with a work of her own creation–a solo entitled hurry--that she has developed with Jon Kinzel as her director.

With O'Connor, Butler felt comfortable settling into the role of dancer. "There was a very clear-cut understanding that Tere was the choreographer," she says. "He had the last say, and I was there to put myself firmly in his process."

After decades of excelling in traditional dance, she was ready to try a new path.

"I wanted to challenge myself physically and also performatively, because his work is so nuanced in terms of how you perform it. I was very attracted to Tere’s aesthetic and still am. That felt like a very natural choice for me, especially to introduce myself to New York in a completely different way from my history."
Jean Butler (photo by Conor Horgan)
So, what prompted Butler to look to Irish traditions, once again, for her next solo? It seems to have come out of a desire to understand her identity as a woman and a sharp, specifically-trained instrument of art.

"I thought, It’s time to go back now and start re-evaluating how that experience with Tere affected my approach towards dancemaking, my approach towards vocabulary, my sensibilities–or not, as the case may be. It was time for me to go back into my history and my own body.

"It would be a solo, but I wanted an outside eye. I wanted the director working with me. I’m so close to what I do, and my body is so codified within a particular traditional lexicon, that sometimes I can’t see the woods for the trees. I wanted someone to be a translator to push me deeper into the work, because that’s my interest–going deeper into the body.

"Some of the things Jon brought to the table were things that I had taken for granted. He started taking apart my understanding of rhythm. He recognized that I had an innate sense of duration: How long is a minute? How long is a few minutes? How long is fifteen seconds? We started looking at time in that way. Jon also has a huge improvisation background, and that was something that I wanted to dive into a little bit, specifically with the musical elements in creating this form.

"Sometimes I feel I’m a little island in the New York dance world. Because I work on myself and I work on solos, having Jon in the dialogue, he’s been able to put language on ideas that I haven’t been able to find language for. That’s extremely helpful, invaluable. He helps me identify what I’m trying to talk about and what I’m trying to do, and that becomes a dialogue rather than simply a reflection.

"This does not come out of any conceptual ideas or any outside ideas. It starts with the body, dealing with things that define me physically–my verticality, the innate rhythm and timing that exist within my body, footwork, the idea of stepping, the fact that I’m most comfortable with my limbs close to my center. I’m less comfortable when they’re further away. I’m less comfortable when I’m off my center.

"Instead of ignoring those things, this piece would be about going as deep into them as I possibly can at this moment, finding the dance language that is idiosyncratic to me, and not imposing other techniques or other ideas on top of that, going deeper to locate what motivates me to move."

hurry grew out of a 16-minute draft or, as she also calls it, a "flavor palette of different ideas" that Butler presented for APAP last year. The impetus was a traditional Irish tune, one she had danced to for many years.

"I could sing it to you now, I can sing it in my sleep, like a lot of music that’s in my head. The title of that was 'Hurry the Jug,' and I shortened that to hurry. It really doesn’t mean anything, doesn't symbolize anything. Like 'The Blackbird': In traditional Irish music, they are just names of tunes.

"I took the music's structure as a compositional starting point and created a circular phrase that I could use while this music was going on in my head that nobody else could hear. That was the architecture of one tiny section, the seed to the entire piece. Ironically, as we’re making the piece, more music has come up and embedded itself compositionally, though the audience would be unaware of this.

"I don’t want to impose anything on the title but, from a personal point of view, there’s a lot you can read into it: It’s about age, about an older dancer, about the speed at which I can move and working against that as a counterpoint. So, ironically, it became this very relevant word. As the piece goes on, you find more and more connections."

In recent months, Butler has begun lecturing on Irish studies at New York University, offering an introductory survey of the history of Irish dance, its competitions and spectacles and current master performers, such as her colleague Dunne. She rejects the popular notion of "pushing the boundaries" of tradition. Instead, she says, her course material focuses on artists who innovate by "going deeper into it as opposed to pushing away from it; analyzing what is, not putting things on top of it so that it becomes something else."

Clearly, her own work in hurry springs from this quest to find more of the dance that is already there, to see it and show it as if for the first time.

See hurry at Danspace Project, Thursday-Saturday, March 7-9 (8pm). Click here for program information and here for tickets.

Danspace Project
131 East 10th Street (at 2nd Avenue, Manhattan
(directions)

and a few more things...


In the course of preparing for my talk with Butler, I made a surprising discovery: For a few years now, she has maintained a jewelry business filled with elegant, lyrical designs inspired by her Irish heritage. She describes her interest in jewelry as “an opportunity to be creative in something that is not ephemeral, something completely solid in front of you.” Visit Jean Butler Jewellery at this link.

Also, click here for a lovely portrait of Butler in a video series for The Gathering Ireland 2013, a year-long celebration of Ireland and all things Irish.

BIO
Jean Butler has been dancing for over thirty years. Trained in Traditional Irish Dance under revered NY based teacher Donny Golden, Jean  spent her childhood on the competitive circuit winning regional, national, and world awards. As soloist, Jean has toured with many Irish recording artists, most notably the Chieftains for a period of 6 years. In 1994 she joined the original production team of Riverdance as co-choreographer, creating and performing the principal female role. Jean performed with the company for three years before leaving to team up with colleague Colin Dunne to produce and choreograph Dancing on Dangerous Ground, which had exclusive engagements at Drury Lane, London (1999) and Radio City Music Hall, New York. (2000). In April 1999 she was awarded the prestigious Irish Post Award for her outstanding contribution to Irish Dance. Jean holds a BA in Theatre Studies from Birmingham University, England and in 2003 completed a Masters in Contemporary Dance Performance at The World Academy, Limerick University where she was also Artist in Residence between 2003-2005. During this time, Jean became interested in a different physicality. 
In 2007, Jean choreographed her first contemporary solo piece, does she take sugar? which ran at Project Arts Centre, Dublin. The show was awarded ‘most innovative production’ in the critics’ survey in Ballet-Tanz Magazine Yearbook 2007 and was remounted at the Dublin Dance Festival 2008, mentored by Jodi Melnick. Her  solo works have been commissioned and supported by The Arts Council of Ireland,The Dublin Dance Festival, Culture Ireland, The Project Arts Centre (Dublin), Daghdha Dance Company (Limerick), Plankton Productions (Japan), Movement Research (New York), the Abbey Theatre (Dublin), Danspace Project (New York), Andrew W. Mellon Foundation and Lower Manhattan Cultural  Council.
Jean is also a 2012 Project CATALYST, an initiative of Project Arts Centre. Recently Jean had the privilege of working with Tere O’Conner on DAY, a solo, choreographed by Tere. Commissioned by the Abbey Theatre, Dublin, DAY was first co-presented at the Dublin Dance Festival 2010 and at Danspace Project in Nov. 2010. 
Jean currently lives in New York and lectures in Irish Studies at NYU.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Tere O'Connor Dance at New York Live Arts

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Tere O'Connor Dance (photo by Ian Douglas)

Tere O'Connor is showing handsome new works--Secret Mary and poem--at New York Live Arts this week. Of these premieres, presented in 75 minutes without pause, I'm partial to poem, a language spoken in a dreamscape demarcated by light, faintly remembered but still pulsing in one's tissue and blood. Collaborators Michael O'Connor (lighting) and James Baker (crystalline musical soundscape) and, of course, extraordinary dancers--Natalie Green, Heather Olson, Michael Ingle, Oisín Monaghan and Silas Riener--bring a sense of the expansive, complex, alive Outside inside. Formal structure holds energies in place, long enough for us to appreciate their beauty and strangeness. There is much to see, and we can grasp no one thing for very long. In turn, these pieces and a third will be folded into a work to premiere in 2013. And so it goes.

Tere O'Connor Dance in 2 New Works continues at New York Live Arts through December 1 with 7:30pm curtains tonight, Friday and Saturday and an additional 10pm show on Friday. For information and tickets, click here.

New York Live Arts
219 West 19th Street (between 7th and 8th Avenues), Manhattan
(map/directions)

Friday, September 14, 2012

Sharing the process: Tere O'Connor and "BLEED"

Get inside the process of making dance with BLEED: A Process Blog from award-winning choreographer Tere O'Connor and writer/performance scholar Jenn Joy.
....BLEED, trespasses between dance and dialogue, process and idea and includes interviews between Tere and Jenn, “interrogations” or discussions at open rehearsals, video and text documentation. In addition, Tere provides ongoing reports from the studio in the PROCESS NOTES section. We invite you to read, to watch, to ask questions of our attempt to more transparently reveal the systems, values and thinking surrounding the making of these dances. 
Visit BLEED here.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Tere O'Connor's gentle men

Some musings on Cover Boy by Tere O'Connor Dance (Danspace Project, December 8, 2011)

Years ago, I listened as an urban birding guide jokingly described geese madly flapping, flapping, flapping as they struggled to lift their heavy bodies to the sky. The broad, fabricated "wing" arching from one side of O'Connor's dance space to the other kept the guide's words close to mind, and I wasn't at all surprised when, late in the hour, a similar "heavy goose" image briefly emerged from the dancing itself.

The white, jointed and slotted "wing"--created by Roger Hubeli and Julie Larsen of Aptum Architecture--made some slightly trembly, shallow adjustments at the start. But, basically, it just hovered over all like a protective force. I don't know why I expected its articulated segments to flap, or at least ripple. No, that's not right. I do know. I was remembering the graceful, almost-alive sculpture that Reuben Margolin made for Chunky Move's Connected, but I quickly put that out of my mind.

The evening opened with a musical statement thrust into unlit space--sounds chugging forward, though fuzzy in nature. The four men, soon appearing at the lip of the space, would occasionally speak during the hour but often in whispered asides meant for one another, not for those of us watching. Murmurs, mutters accompanying private gazes at one another. At other times, these baby birds might throw their sweet heads back and blow pure music from their throats. Not that that ever made sense. Making sense didn't seem to be the point of the moment.

Under shelter of the wing, the four first skittered to scatter to four directions, then turned into the center. Small, gentle hand gestures appeared to mark the space for ritual.

They would look at one another, turn away, tumble backwards hard and giggle. Again and then again, the tumble landing harder each time. After the last tumble, there was no giggle.

Over the course of the hour, we'd see not only some tender cuddling between men but also a lot of all-out smooching, nuzzling and rutting (fully-clothed). I still can't decide: Was this intended to look
self-conscious? Un-self-conscious? We're meant to see it, although, in a way, it is presented as if we're not seeing it.

Other moments are, without question, for show, for "See me! I am here!" or "See us! We are here, and aren't we glamorous?" with the men striking cool poses like rock bands on album covers or, grinning at us as they sashay towards us down an imaginary fashion runway.

Some things are for private and some for show, and sometimes it's hard to tell which is which and in which condition we find ourselves. Some things seem mechanical, and some seem floridly real, as if a veil has been ripped back and some funky part of personal history exposed.

What does it mean to be an artist, queer, a marginalized Other? O'Connor shelters--and complicates--the light and the dark of it.

Cover Boy is shot through with lucid, coherent performances--individually and together--by Michael Ingle, Niall Jones, Paul Monaghan and Matthew Rogers. Their willingness and sophisticated skills are a good match for O'Connor's unfettered imagination.

With music by James Baker, lighting by Michael O'Connor and costumes by Façade/Fasad.

Tere O'Connor's Cover Boy continues tonight through Sunday at 8pm and then returns on Tuesday, December 13 and Thursday, December 15, both at 8pm.

For tickets, click here or call 866-811-4111.

Danspace Project
Second Avenue at 10th Street, Manhattan
(directions)

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Last night of "Day"

So. I really don't have a taste for Josh Groban, but whenever I see an article about an artist who's changing directions, I like to take a look. You never know.

And so, this morning, I'm reading music critic Nate Chinen's Times piece on Groban, and I come across this quote from the singer's new producer, the genius Rick Rubin:
"The nature of Josh's instrument is formal," Mr. Rubin explained. "And so even if it was a song that meant a lot to him, when he sang it casually, it didn't sound believable."
And I said, Thank you, genius Rick Rubin. In those two sentences, you've summed up what I thought walking away from one of Danspace Project's last presentations of Day, the well-publicized breakthrough collaboration between dancer Jean Butler (best known for Irish step dancing and her choreography and starring role in Riverdance) and choreographer Tere O'Connor (whose stature in contemporary choreography is unquestionable). I respect and enjoy both of these artists and have particular fondness for Butler who was one of my dance writing students at DTW. But I have to disagree with previous writers who have found interest in Day since its premiere in May at the Dublin Dance Festival.

Like Groban--sorry to bring him up again; bear with me--Butler has a superbly refined instrument. Like another celebrity, Baryshnikov--her creative exploration has already been compared to his--she's eager to take a chance and stretch herself beyond past definitions and limitations. In Day, you can clearly see that she brings a determined work ethic. And this is a piece that certainly requires that, demanding rapid changes in physical force and expressiveness over an unbroken 40-minute stretch. There's a driven quality, lots of stressors, tiny moves, isolations, opposing directions, steps to keep track of and properly linked despite their weirdly disparate nature. What she gets right is--no surprise--a formal precision in all things even during awkward, strained or frenzied moments, of which there are many.

A virtuoso tears down her virtuosity in a way that requires her to be...a virtuoso. Day seems to me to be a shake-it-up, break-it-down strategy for Butler--a transitional work but not, in itself, a satisfying work from the point of view of at least this watcher.

James Baker's rich, alarming soundscape jumbles together things that don't belong together, don't hook up but, through his diabolical editing, share the same space and breathe the same air. It makes you feel the need for medication and fits Day to a T. Michael O'Connor (design) and Sylvia Grieser (costume) have gone for an austerity that might or might not have something to do with the dance itself--the white translucent curtains draped across St. Mark's Church's balconies, windows and entrance; lighting that sometimes seems capricious and disordered; the plain tunic of a bottle-ink blue that beckons memories of Catholic grammar school. It might be the vivid ink-like color that made me think of perfect penmanship (and its proponents, those nuns) and suspect that Butler was as good at it as I was, back in the day.

Her dancing in Day is exacting penmanship, very contained and self-conscious. Despite the forcefulness of her motions, her energy does not project beyond the lines of the choreography and, with neither comrades nor props for help, she does not inhabit what is a very roomy performance space resonant in dance history. What you really want from Butler's penmanship is some sense of the person crafting those individual letters, what any string of them might have to say and why they're urgent.

Let us wait and see what Butler can do. I believe she can reach for more than this.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Tere O'Connor blogs

Choreographer Tere O'Connor is now blogging about the creative process and other thoughts at...

Tere O'Connor Dance Blog!

Friday, March 5, 2010

koosil-ja in modern times

Gia Kourlas's New York Times review offers a comprehensive overview of Blocks of Continuality/Body, Image, and Algorithm, the new work presented by koosil-ja/danceKUMIKO at Dance Theater Workshop. I agree with Kourlas's assessment that koosil-ja's execution of an ambitious technological concept fails to cohere and that what virtue Blocks has lies in the fresh, exacting performances of three live, human performers--Melissa Guerrero, Ava Heller and Elise Hudson.

I felt so overwhelmed by the copious, heavy program notes that I tried to go back to my old Tere O'Connor experiment: sit there without taking notes, let the whole thing wash over me, and see what happens. After all, no matter what an artist writes, no matter what she says, and no matter how hard she works a work, the work itself must work.

My resolve did not last long, and I did take out my notebook. I wanted to be sure to remember how Guerrero, in particular, cut clear to the bone of movement that usually is so lush and fraught with tradition and cultural meaning. I felt it was important that koosil-ja's visual projections of theatrical and cultural dance styles that are normally so rich were, by comparison with her live dancers, rendered flatter than flat. Her contemporary movers--cleverly modeling themselves after the movement and still imagery they watched on screens--turned dancing into as yet arcane hierogylphics. They were consistently fascinating and rewarding.

But Blocks of Continuality feels not only like a retread but several retreads run together--the geeky computerized command base set-up; the almost ritualistic "calibration" of equipment and NASA-like checking in and launching; the live movement determining what the techno-toys do, and vice versa. Oh, look! Avatars! Wow!

Why did this all seem so drawn out--really, really drawn out--with a less than impressive payoff? Why is it that dance, when it tries to reflect what's happening now, so often seems to be lagging a few crucial heartbeats behind?

And why, if you've got a guy hooked up to a monitor so that his meditation--or whatever--supposedly makes a big, contorted contraption tap a wall, do we end up merely hearing something that sounds like the occasional thump and reverberation of a staple gun? What's the radical point here?

Blocks of Continuality/Body, Image, and Algorithm continues tonight and tomorrow night at 7:30pm. For complete information and ticketing, visit Dance Theater Workshop.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

What O'Connor wrought

The only way to have fit more people into Dance Theater Workshop for last night's Tere O'Connor world premiere would have been to stack them sideways over our heads. So, if you haven't made your reservation yet, I would advise you to do it now. Wrought Iron Fog runs through Saturday (7:30pm) with an additional 10pm performance on Friday.

This piece might not have stirred and rocked me like Rammed Earth but it's a solid work of craft by O'Connor and his creative team--most notably, dancers Hilary Clark, Daniel Clifton, Erin Gerken, Heather Olson and Matthew Rogers; composer James Baker; and lighting designer Michael O'Connor. Walter Dundervill collaborated with Tere O'Connor on the beautiful set, and Gerkin and Jennifer Goggans designed costumes.

I really dug the transparency of how O'Connor set his dancers against the generous DTW space, almost always keeping them at fair distances from one another so each one's movements--even the little, witty details in the choreography--would be visible and prominent. This brings out not only the physical and stylistic differences in his fascinating corps--contrast the persistent neatness of Gerkin with the increasing rawness of Rogers, for instance--but also hints at the elusive, variable self enthroned by the body.

The empty air seemed charged as if each body was an instrument strummed, plucked, thwacked and shaken to produce Baker's dynamic music. With this magnetic spaciousness, graceful architecture and body-music as matrix, the abstract piece maintained coherence--and interest--throughout its hour, and then the audience roared its love.

Information and tickets at DTW

Thursday, September 25, 2008

O'Connor's "Rammed Earth"

I relished the chance to return to Tere O'Connor's Rammed Earth (2007)--which I'd first experienced at The Chocolate Factory last autumn--with its dozens of chairs that, for the initial section, spread audience members throughout the performance space, each chair facing this way or that, set in its own eccentric inclination. Against the ushers' gentle suggestions, I kept my well-stuffed messenger bag (on my lap, where it would not get in the way of any dancer). And in accord with a (perhaps not so gentle) suggestion that O'Connor once offered dance critics some time ago--a suggestion I clicked with straightaway--I left my notebook and pen stowed deep in the recesses of that bag where they would not get in my way.

I remembered what it felt like to inhabit the same space as Rammed Earth, with its high-pitched, mysterious poetics and its wide-open possibilities of meaning, and these masterful dancers--Hilary Clark, Heather Olson, Matthew Rogers and Christopher Williams--so weirdly good they make my skin crawl. This time, in the Howard Gilman Performance Space at Baryshnikov Arts Center, it felt as if we, the audience, were being buffeted and shaped by those four powerful bodies and intelligences.  Make that five, not four; of course, O'Connor shapes us, too, as architectural elements in his environment and as nervous systems that cannot help but fire up in such a charged setting.  

More than any other, this dance explicitly reminds me that a work of dance seen more than once is never the same, that it alters and is altered by the giver and by the receiver, and that there's always more there than can be grasped on first glance or easily told. I cherish this dance without needing to figure it all out. And even those things I think I do know about it are things that I'm just as happy to silently nod at and leave alone.

See Tere O'Connor Dance in Rammed Earth, now through Sunday, with two shows per evening: 7pm and 9pm; no late seating.

450 West 37th Street (between 9th and 10th Avenues), Manhattan
Ticketing at Ticket Central or 212-279-4200

Thursday, April 26, 2007

More Ado about A Lot

by Eva Yaa Asantewaa

The Nothing Festival, curated by Tere O'Connor and presented by Dance Theater Workshop, has got legs. The two-week series (featuring nine choreographers, if you count Kristin Van Loon and Arwen Wilder, the two women known as HIJACK as individuals) continues to do exactly what it was designed to do--stir up community discussion about conditions faced by postmodern dance artists under our current funding system, mainly, the problem of being forced to declare your artistic intentions well before you have any idea what those intentions are. That some of that discussion has become defensive and heated cannot stand in the way of the enormous value of this dialogue.

I attended the first week of the festival, which included works by Douglas Dunn, HIJACK, Sam Kim and Dean Moss. The second week featured pieces by Luciana Achugar, Walter Dundervill, Jon Kinzel and Susan Rethorst. I regret that preparation for my vacation prevented me from catching this week's presentations, but I did have the benefit of hearing all of the choreographers at O'Connor's afternoon panel discussion on April 21.

The three-hour discussion, including audience input, flew by like one hour. I could easily have heard more. As I listened to each choreographer, I got a clear sense of how each one had perceived and translated O'Connor's invitation to make a piece that--without the preconceived, sometimes artificial notions that funder's grant applications require--would simply be allowed to grow on its own and find its own form and meaning. Achugar spoke about the personal challenge of not making something overtly political in order to go into the studio and simply see where exploration of movement might lead her. The idea of "movement locating meaning"--I think O'Connor said this, but my scrawly notes don't tell the tale--appealed to me. Dunn told us that he'd originally fallen for dance because "it didn't relate to anything else I knew in the world." O'Connor referred to movement as "its own language," not a representation of anything, and he repeatedly mentioned the cultural myopia of Western concepts of artmaking (as well as criticism). Rethorst spoke of approaching dancemaking "without a sense of control."

I found myself nodding in accord with many of these assertions, which echo many of my experiences in poetry, meditation, psychic work, teaching and--yes, Tere--even the observation of dance. O'Connor--who once suggested that critics should put their notebooks and pens away and just watch--might be amused to know that I sometimes do that, either literally or figuratively, but that with the whimsical state of my memory, it might work out better for dancers if I made an effort to scratch out a note or two.

So you see, I take all of this very, very seriously--but with liberal dashes of humor and love, with one foot in the world of the artist and the other in the world of the watcher--and, in listening to O'Connor's colleagues speak quite well for themselves and without his rancor, I find more commonality here than conflict or the need for conflict.

O'Connor opened the panel by mentioning Roslyn Sulcas's negative review of the festival's first week in The New York Times--a review fairly similar to my own brief commentary on this blog (April 19). Although the panel discussion was not intended to be forum about the failures of dance journalism in New York, O'Connor chose to go there. He has consistently complained about the state of dance criticism, apparently because he feels that any critical opinion rendered about a dance is an attempt to seal it and its maker in amber.

When dancers say that dance criticism isn't all that it should be, I have to agree. Some of it is indeed disengaged, careless, dull and discouraging to the reader. Overall, dance writing is not yet as sensitive, imaginative, probing or liberating as it could be--a situation that, I believe and hope, will begin to change as more dance writers turn away from the commercial gatekeepers of print media and find empowerment through the Internet and other forms of technology. But one significant job will remain for critics: to engage with the art and render an informed description, interpretation, assessment and appreciation. Critics have a responsibility not only to artists like the ones who made work for The Nothing Festival--who represent one sector of an aesthetically and intellectually diverse art form--but also to people who enjoy dance or could be enticed to do so.

Could we, as critics, approach dance from the point of view of point zero--beginner's mind, as Buddhists would say? Yes. I know it can be done because, at times, I've practiced it. But ultimately we are sitting in front of something presented not as an open-ended, ongoing process but as a distinct phenomenon located in time and space and with a title and--let's get real--a price tag attached to it. We come around to the moment when we must articulate what it is we've just experienced, how it sits with our sensibilities, what has shifted within us, what all of that means to us and what measure of value this might have for anyone about to sacrifice time and hand over cash to witness it. Let's be blunt and call it consumer advocacy. In this capitalist system that dancer-choreographer DD Dorvillier, speaking from the panel's audience, reminded us that we labor under, it's a necessary part of the picture. And verbal language--with its strengths and its limitations--is the tool critics use to build a useful bridge from the dance to the public. Perhaps that bridge can also move energies and information in both directions.

At the panel, I riffed a bit on Susan Rethorst's comment about dance artists staying inside a circle or two of people who "get it." (Forgive me, Susan, for possibly mangling this paraphrase of what you said so clearly, but you see what can happen in the absence of note-taking...) I said that I was very familiar with the power of circles from my past work in creating rituals and workshops of all kinds. A circle format can create safe, protected and egalitarian space--but circles can also become windowless enclosures that shut out the very nourishing or even irritating elements that we need for growth and development. Inside that closed circle, we can hear finally ourselves think, yes, but maybe we hear only ourselves and those most like us--which reminds me all too much of the current, so-called leadership of the United States of America. The last person in this society I'd hope to see shutting himself or herself away in a protective cocoon of the like-minded would be an artist. Interaction beyond our comfort zones is the only way we'll get things to change.

I also speak as a woman of color and...wait, you don't really need me to do the whole Audre Lorde enumeration, do you? Let's just say I know from inside circles, outside circles and way distant circles. O'Connor spoke about cultural myopia. When I look around at a lot of dance concerts, I can't help but notice who's not in attendance (let alone who's not on stage and who's not writing about dance). Circles can get mighty small and, pretty soon, we're only bouncing ideas off a handful of people.

Not to jump too much on Rethort's remarks about circles, but they provided a point of entry for me as a student of and worker in symbols, a particular invitation into the discussion and, for that reason, I consider her words a precious phenomenon.

Doug Fox (of the Great Dance blog) didn't care for anything from The Nothing Festival's first program. He has asked me to elaborate on my favorable remarks about States and Resemblance, the work-in-progress created and performed by Dean Moss, Ryutaro Mishima and Restu Kusumaningrum during the festival's initial week.

States and Resemblance gripped me and had me on the edge of my seat largely because something tangible--a quiet, refined something--emerged from whatever nothing these collaborators took as their starting point. Moss--who sat at one far end of O'Connor's panel and, for some reason, spoke very seldom--said that "We are meaning machines: Put something out and we will make a story of it." As I watched Moss's subtle, slyly casual interaction with Mishima in States and Resemblance, I found myself forming and releasing a round of stories and meanings, happily birthing but not clinging to any, and this experience was brought to me by two artists in exquisite command of their physical and expressive powers. This work welcomed me in and made me a participant in a way that the other three simply did not. I say it again: Seeing this one dance again is all I want to do right now.

Well, maybe not all I want to do right now. Right now I want to get out of New York and go gaze upon the Grand Canyon. I want to continue to think about what nothingness could mean to a critic and why I'm increasingly dissatisfied with the (imposed and self-imposed) parameters of my own dance writing and my role. I want to spend some time in beginner's mind and learn something from the spirits of the land.

I also hope to come home and see my Yankees win a few games for a change.

(c)2007 Eva Yaa Asantewaa

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Much ado about...something

by Eva Yaa Asantewaa

Curator and artiste provocateur Tere O’Connor has given the City That Always Seems to Need One More Dance Festival a new festival in which choreographers start off with nothing–no concept, no music, no whatever–and come up with...something. (Funny, I thought that was the way it usually worked. In creativity, isn’t there always that moment right before the initial, germinating idea emerges?) This week and next, DTW’s showing The Nothing Festival (www.dtw.org for details and tickets) with work by Douglas Dunn, HIJACK, Sam Kim and Dean Moss (April 18-21) and Luciana Achugar, Walter Dundervill, Jon Kinzel and Susan Rethorst (April 25-28). On Saturday, April 21, DTW will host a panel discussion with O’Connor and the choreographers (1-4pm).

Opening night’s lineup included:

–the interminable but harmless and attractively danced Zorn’s Lemma, in which Dunn makes like a senescent, disoriented speedskater surrounded by fairies wearing wonderful Mimi Gross costumes,

Colin Rusch and Angelina Jolie, in which the Minneapolis duo Kristin Van Loon and Arwen Wilder (aka HIJACK), two clever, technically-gifted women who regularly subvert all of that, get a lot of mileage out of and put a lot of mileage into a very different form of social studies class,

--Sam Kim’s Cult, a tedious duet for the choreographer and her collaborator Justine Lynch in which these two–check out that hair, those scary fake nails–appear to be having the sleep-over party from hell, and

States and Resemblance, a work-in-progress (collaborators/performers: Dean Moss, Ryutaro Mishima and Restu Kusumaningrum) that is such an accomplished, elegant piece of art at this point that you have to ask what the heck more they think they need to do to it. Yeah. Seeing this one dance again is all I want to do right now.

(c)2007, Eva Yaa Asantewaa

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