In one word this dance is fluid. I loved watching the dancer and imagining what it must be like to be her and to have your art be your body and it’s movement. So my initial reaction was one of awe of how different this is from what I do. And then also envy because I would love to use my full body to express myself. There was a great tension within the dance because of her great ability to move contrasted against the small space she was enclosed within. the primary emotion from that tension was wistfulness. She had the freedom to boundlessly create the boundaries of the external walls. The dance also seemed to be very much about being female. I can’t imagine that same dance performed by a male dancer. It seemed, somehow, integral to being a woman.
