The intimacy of the staging cannot be overstated. The largely outstanding cast allows the audience in like silent members of the commune. We are even fed bread and lentil soup (beware of the bay leaves) and there is an open cooler of beer at intermission. Were Satori to get the audience singing the production would be downright religious. Continue reading Satori Groups’ “reWilding” Embraces the Anxiety of Hiding Out
Almost all of the dance works at the Next NW 2012 festival (at Velocity Dance Center through December 9) feature a movement or a tableau that seem to lodge themselves in you, like a good short story will. The six pieces are limited to 12 minutes each, so there’s a similar constraint, though you never see the same thing twice. Continue reading At Velocity’s Next NW, Dance Runs the Gamut
A cold November rain had the Kawasaki studio’s skylight sounding like a snare drum, and that and a 4 p.m. twilight conspired to bring back in a rush what was so eerie about Twin Peaks, as Stewart and her dancers took on the characters of FBI agents drinking coffee, stern and glaring older women, a traumatized high school girl. Continue reading This Weekend, Velocity Dance Has Got Next
