Writings

The Hiccup Project : May-We-Go-Round?

August 9th, 2016 by

Friday evening at Dance Base, and a jolly audience laugh out loud as performers Chess Dillon-Reams and Cristina MacKerron, reveal their innermost thoughts and conversations, drawing us into their friendship through a mixture of charisma and sheer will. The cyclical narrative of May-We-Go-Round? gives the audience an insight into their dating sagas complete with emotional […]

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Marta Navaridas and Alex Deutinger: Your Majesties

August 9th, 2016 by

Your Majesties throws into a cool blue light Barack Obama’s Nobel Lecture held at the Nobel Peace Prize Ceremony in Oslo in 2009. The work maintains a cool minimalist ambience which allows audiences to consider and interrogate the text. A complex choreography of everyday gestures that flow between the surprising and the mundane illustrate, unpack, […]

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Janis Claxton Dance: POP-UP (fragments of love)

August 9th, 2016 by

Both love and dance can pop up unexpectedly from different places at various times. Sometimes just a look, or perhaps a piece of music, can bring them out into the open, either separately or together. Both can be infectious. It’s not uncommon, when we see a couple kissing, to feel the same desire. It’s the […]

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Brokentalkers/Junk Ensemble: It Folds

August 9th, 2016 by

It Folds is a harrowing, heartbreaking and sometimes darkly humorous investigation of death and grief. It is mostly the story of lost children. Children abused or abducted or run over or gone missing, permanently. It is a story told by a (holy) ghost in a sheet with holes for the eyes, and trainers; a dishevelled, […]

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FK Alexander: (I Could Go On Singing) Somewhere Over the Rainbow

August 7th, 2016 by

I’ve been sung to by FK Alexander! I waited until she had taken off her black sequinned cabaret singer jacket, and her harness, and her not-silver (as in the original Wizard of Oz book), not-ruby red (as in the Judy Garland film) but sparkly coppery-gold shoes. I stood on the black cross on the floor […]

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