It's with great sadness that we learned a couple of nights ago of the untimely passing of dance artist Iona Kewney. Superlatives seem useless when writing of her incredible artistry. She didn't just transcend genres, she seemed to inhabit her own singular genre. Onstage, small frame twisted like a pretzel, or bunny hopping on her heels, she seemed otherworldly, existing in a liminal dream—state of another time and space, a melding of fin de siècle dancer Jane Avril and ritualistic performance artist. At times, she seemed plugged into the mains, at other times, fragile and vulnerable.
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