On night one, Mythili Prakash reprised her work “Jwala” (Rising Flame), which she performed at the 2016 festival. The choreography, a response to the passing of her father and birth of her daughter, explores fire as a constant elemental energy of life—delicate and wild, destructive and hopeful. Prakash gave a short spoken explanation of the piece and concluded speaking the rhythmic pulse “dum dum,” which was seamlessly picked up by the four masterful musicians seated on a low platform across the back of the stage. Ananya Ashok (vocals), Rohith Jayaraman (vocals), Rohan Krishnamurthy (percussion), and Sruti Sarathy (violin) performed the absorbing musical composition by Aditya Prakash (the dancer’s brother) that melded together as one with the dance.
Prakash opened the piece seated on the stage floor in the dark with a single golden light beam illuminating just her hands. Moving her hands in flickering motions, she nurtured her tiny spark upward with focused intent until the sudden vocalized percussion (spoken syllables called jathi) animated her entire body off the floor. Her dancing body, fully lit, moved like a crackling fire─with crisp footwork, exacting arm gestures, deep squats, and sudden jumps. With building energy, Prakash charged through space like the wildfires that recently engulfed so much of her residential community of Los Angeles. A somber humming section transitioned the scene into an abhinaya (mimetic narrative) of nostalgia—moments together with her father flipping through the pages of a photo album. Another memorable abhinaya illustrated the all-consuming care, joy, and wonder of a new mother with her baby. You could discern every facial and gestural subtlety of the mother coaxing a response from her child, and then her legible reaction. This was humorously resonant when she jutted her face out waiting (and waiting) for a desired kiss. And between each section, Prakash built her fire again from a deep plié on the ground—one hand trembling like a flame above the other held as a base of support—until both hands joined in a riveting choreography that elevated her dancing body upward and out into space. As the lights dimmed to darkness and the violin crooned its final strains, Prakash continued her dance—undulating her body forward and backward—fully becoming the flame, the inner fire that fuels life.
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