The concert concluded with Andrea Miller’s “Year,” a West Coast premiere first seen in 2024 that was also made in collaboration with A.I.M. Featuring a cast of eight clad in Orly Anan Studio designs (Reid Bartelme’s and Harriet Jung’s vibrant and amusing mesh unitards—oversized lips, noses and eyes popping against an array of geometric shapes)—the work, according to Miller, tackled the notions of “ritual, sacrifice, reincarnation and the sublime.”
This feast for the senses also dealt with, what else—data—be it digital, remote or virtual, and was set to Fred Despierre’s percussive/cum/electronica-like score that veered into Steve Reichian territory, the tribal aspect readily apparent. Indeed, had Prince still been alive, he’d have dug it, as this octet was partying like it was, well, 2029. A celebration of the human spirit, the work had an incandescence heightened by both the dancers and the choreography: On view was an array of couplings, as were numerous leaps, while unison finger-splayings, by dint of Scully’s lighting, resembled nothing short of antler-adorned creatures of myth.
Miller had also worked with Scully on the scenic design: a stark white backdrop with a jaggedy sun (or not), and a blindingly white floor, which gave the whiff of a cube and served as the perfect foil to the performers’ constant moves, replete with contortions, squats and interstellar-like infused gyrations.
In addition to the already-named dancers, Faith Joy Mondesire joined the crew that, when on their knees, resembled a class of beatific yoginis, their über-slow backbends a marvel. The music, ostensibly in their bones, heightened the non-stop action in this veritable celebration of the carnal.
Drinks all around and kudos, then, to A.I.M. by Kyle Abraham: Long may they move!
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