Photos: Melissa Blackall & Jennifer Mazza
Isolated in distinct pools of light, two dancers, both trapped and searching, take turns gazing upward, falling, lunging deeply, opening themselves to light from above, and hiding from it. They seem in the same world, but not together in it, both separated and linked by an ominous tone of mystery concurrent with a thick, sense of wonder. Perhaps they are shadows. Perhaps they are the same person. The world is fragmented and exposure to each woman comes in short, uneven bursts. As the piece develops, they overlap, echo, exchange, and share movement vocabulary, points in space, focal points, challenges, and desires. Their feet tread softly as if the texture of the ground has somehow shifted. They navigate a soft, open space together until a sense of urgency develops into a linear path that eventually splinters them into breathless dancing in the dark again illuminated only sometimes by patches of light.