An original, piercing, intelligent work of dance theatre.Read more
The entire performance feels like an ongoing investigation, almost childlike in its curiosity.Read more
Bellahsen presented a female body that refused easy access: it concealed itself beneath shrouds, hid behind dark sunglasses, disappeared beneath grey bodysuits and repeatedly obscured itself with black and white liquids. This was a body that chose to make itself visible while resisting complete legibility. Read more
*English follows *Photos by Asya Skorik 砖讬砖讬 讘爪讛专讬讬诐, 砖注讛 14:00. 谞讻谞住讬诐 诇讗讜诇诐 砖诇 转讬讗讟专讜谉 注谞讘诇. 讛讗讜诇诐 诪诇讗 注讚 讗驻住 诪拽讜诐. 注诇 讛讘诪讛 驻专讜砖 拽专讟讜谉 讙讚讜诇, 砖讛讜驻讱 讘讛讚专讙讛 诇诪爪注 讛诪专讻讝讬 砖诇 讛注讘讜讚讛. 讘讛转讞诇讛 讛讜讗 谞专讗讛 讻诪讜 讗讚诪讛 讬爪讬讘讛, 讗讘诇 讻讻诇 砖讛诪讜驻注 诪转拽讚诐 讛讜讗 诪转讞讬诇 诇讝讜讝, 诇讛讬拽专注, 诇讛砖转谞讜转 讜诇讛驻讜讱 诇诪专讞讘 讞讬 砖谞专砖诪讬诐 注诇讬讜 住讬诪谞讬 讛讙讜祝. 讬砖 转谞讜注讛Read more
It holds a genuine surprise, one that is powerful, celebratory, and left me exhilarated for hours afterward.Read more
PATROL creates a fantastical world, superhuman, deeply physical, mysterious, and breathtakingly beautiful.Read more
The work opens questions about the relationship between movement and education, education and ideology.Read more
At a rhythm that feels both surprising and perfectly measured, poems appear among the colorful canvases hanging on the gallery walls. Their monochrome presence immediately stands apart. These small and intricate signs interrupt the familiar landscape of a painting exhibition and quietly ask the viewer to look differently.Read more
The pace of the work is relentless, transitioning from one rhythm to another, one pattern to the next, one dancer leading switched out for another. The dancers show no signs of listening for cues. Instead, they appear telepathically connected, pivoting and exchanging material with uncanny precision. Improvisational impulses are woven into a tightly organized, ever-shifting and unpredictable structure.Read more
In this work, Dar demonstrates that good dance may turn its head backward, like Orpheus, but above all it surrenders itself to the present in every lifting of a dancer鈥檚 leg and every tossing of her head. It recognizes that “the pure present is the invisible progress of the past gnawing into the future. The truth is that every sensation is already memory,” as philosopher Henri Bergson wrote.Read more