At the Kier Choreographic Award semi-finals my shoes cut loose. At the Kier Choreographic Award semi-finals, independent of me, that...
Sydney Dance Company celebrates its 50th anniversary this year with a program of three vibrant and divergent works. The celebratory...
A stagehand dressed in black makes the most of their invisibility cloak to move props into position.
The great horned owl makes the most of their night vision to seek out their prey with efficiency. Swoop, snatch, gobble, gone.
With a Dancing Faun at the head and Farnese Hercules at the feet, I know I am in the right place.
In the foyer of the NGV, the gods and heroes of Greek and Roman mythology are draped across a 14-metre long Eternity Buddha. Greco-Roman, Renaissance and Neoclassical sculpture meets the High Tang Dynasty (705–781 CE); West meets East. An interflow of all the big things: life, death, nirvana. Right place, like I said.
Where “Merge” thrashed and rhythmically pulsed, “Do You Speak Chinese?” proved a quiet meditation. Equally, where “Merge” hurtled through time, Chiu’s worked seemed almost to stop the tick-tock of the clock, as she rolled herself into a giant fold of paper and the small theatre filled with the sound of paper’s pleasing crackle as it creased.
“The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would...
