...until the words
which cannot stay fixed
either
enter the white heart
of the woman
who is empty space
who has held
the bird the stone the dirt the grave...
...Life Death how the cycle moves around without much change
circle floating around with letters...how people say "I can't find the words to express what I am trying to say" however with these 26 words a new story was formed with new emotions each time...
...The whole piece I was like, PLZZZZ take that hoodie off! I feared he might, actually, explode. Cuz he was super rocking out. A really great way to start the show. I was like YESSSSS, we’re gonna rock out here. That to me is what great dance is really about. So often I feel like it’s all emotional or conceptual or trying to be smart or it's so BORING when really I just want 'em to put on a hot jam and FIERCE it....
...On the short drive home, the skies opened up and I rode in the pounding rain, loudly singing "Bolero" along with the steady beat of windshield wipers and cymbal crashes of thunder....
...I’m Going to Explode, a solo piece with Brian Brooks reminded me of a robotic club dubbed ballet, a progression of movements originating at the shoulder and occasionally finding its way to the rest of the limbs. Mr. Brooks’ lower body traveled in a succession of fourth positions that see....
...the quartet, danced to bolero was fascinating. i loved
the costumes, especially the two men , also dressed in
flamenco ladies' dresses, black and lacy and dramatic.
great... i , myself, enjoyed this piece, but being a
dinosaur, i will have to ponder on it being done without
moving on with one's legs...
...Many questions and thoughts came to mind as I watched this piece. The audience was encouraged to walk around and view this installation from all sides. It made me wonder who each of us actually sees when we look in a mirror? And what kind of box do we put ourselves into? The piece progressed to the point of the entire box and performer becoming covered with white and black paint. The images the paint created and the actual action of it being strewn inside the box were mesmerizing....
...I tried to remove any preconceived ideas about what I imagined interpretative dancing to be. This art form, while not unknown to me, has been a rare event in my life. I found myself caring for the dancer as she explored her environment, reflective on one side and clear on the other. She did not seem to acknowledge the clear side at first so I was unsure if this window into her world was only for the audience benefit or not. Only later when she seemed to reject what she experienced did she peer out, briefly, before closing herself off....
...although Marcia Johnson was able to exit the torture chamber at the end, there is no exit from the awful mess we are making of out beautiful, precious and irreplaceable planet... except through a radical transformation of human nature....
Photo gallery of Liz Sargent Installations, at Mount Tremper Arts on July 18 & 19, 2009. Click read more to view the gallery.