Waiting Places by Bobbi Jene Smith and Or Schraiber is unarguably beautiful. Its beauty shines like a dew drop rolling from a rosebud, or the reflection of soft sunrise’s rays glimmering on the sea. Highly skilled and expressive dancers perform exquisite choreography, screened in black and white. The women’s long hair and dresses move along their athletic bodies, the men’s heels mark the fast tempo of the passing of time. The craftsmanship of everyone involved: the dancers, the choreographers, the camera and editing, and of course the music, is impressive and inspiring. I’m still left waiting, though, for something else. Something that perhaps was never intended to be part of this particular piece, yet without it the work feels incomplete. Read more