Into the Wilde
At a time when the arts in America are under attack and many small dance companies are quietly disappearing, San Francisco’s dance scene—for decades second in its volume of activity only to New York—still has a pulse.
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Tushrik Fredericks walks as if in a trance, arms floating forward and pushing back with each step. Fog transforms the air into a tangible element. Patience hovers in it alongside anticipation. Fredericks and three other dancers are content to be suspended in the mylar-decorated universe of “til infiniti,” inside TRISK’s black box theater in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, perambulating and partnering each other in slow motion. The kaleidoscopic patterns they trace mirror a prismatic image on a small television set upstage. Their bodies relate like a many-sided gem, and a sense builds that this careful choreography is merely one facet of their being.
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At a time when the arts in America are under attack and many small dance companies are quietly disappearing, San Francisco’s dance scene—for decades second in its volume of activity only to New York—still has a pulse.
PlusNoé Soulier enters the space without warning, and it takes a few seconds for the chattering audience to register the man now standing before them, dressed simply in a grey t-shirt and black pants, barefoot.
PlusIn the first few seconds that the lights come up on BalletX at the Joyce Theater, an audience member murmurs her assent: “I love it already.”
PlusThe right foil can sharpen the distinct shapes of a choreographic work, making it appear more completely itself through the comparison of another.
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