Given the title, “Rivulets,” I’m thinking about water even before the stage lights go up. So I’m primed to view the opening tableau as a strand of bedraggled seaweed washed ashore: eight dancers, sprawled in a languid glowing heap of green, blue, and black. After a short period of stillness, the painterly tableau dissolves into distinct individuals who interact. They variously bow, lunge forward, recoil. Their heads jerk forward and yank back repeatedly. Tight turns open out, then reverse, as if tossed this way and that in the current.
“Rivulets” by Tere O'Conner. Photograph by Maria Baranova