And a Festival Wraps Up

The Dance Salad wraps it up with a third performance on Saturday, April 19th. I have to say that the Thursday through Saturday format works well. It actually starts Wednesday if you include a choreographer talk, which I would have loved to have attended but I didn’t have the extra vacation day from work available. It’s great to be able to fly in Thursday and fly home Sunday, what a perfect long weekend!

Act I opened with Elephant in the Black Box and Remanso. It was as much a treat the second time as it was the first. Something about the approach or attitude of the dancers that keeps it fresh which is to their credit because I have seen a very tired version of Remanso which made the work seem dull and flat before. Royal Danish offers up Traditional. Ida and Andreas are very young dancers. Much respect to them because as much as it is sweet to see the very young ones on their way to the top, to be very honest, I usually don’t enjoy them nearly as much as I enjoy well seasoned dancers. I usually prefer dancers who have a few years and a lot of performances on them, the mileage makes them beautiful and filled with emotions and life. Both Ida and Andreas have only been with the corp de ballet of the Royal Danish since 2012! I’m shocked because they dance a contemporary piece like Traditional with a great richness one would believe to be beyond their years and experience. Beijing Dance/LDTX performs Treading on Grass. I try to watch more intently and with purpose this time. The first time, I was so overwhelmed with movement that I seemed to have lost the ability to hang on to a lot of nuance. That is not really a bad commentary – the work throbs with energy, it made my brain buzz like a bee. There are some really profound gestures, I’m grateful to see this work twice. Elephant in a Black Box is back with Cel Black Days and I am still pondering the implications. I like it more the second time. It’s still making me question and imagine. Contemporary Dragon KungFu Dance Company closes out the first act with much hooting and hollering from the audience. Those flying sleeves just whip everyone up into a frenzy.

Members of Beijing Dance LDTX performing Treading on Grass. Photographer: Li Jian-Yang

Members of Beijing Dance LDTX performing Treading on Grass. Photographer: Li Jian-Yang

Did I mention that Texans whoo at the ballet? They do. Literally go “Whooooooo” with much vigor. It’s pretty awesome. I’m not sure the European dancers quite knew what to do with it but they seemed to enjoy it. It’s hard to criticize harshly an enthusiastic Texan whooooo-ing excitedly. It made me happy at any rate.

Members of Beijing Dance LDTX performing Sorrowful Song. Photographer: Wu Yi-Chun.

Members of Beijing Dance LDTX performing Sorrowful Song. Photographer: Wu Yi-Chun.

Act II opens with the crotch-filled Loops and Lines. I don’t like it any more the second time around. But I am still more than astounded with Samantha Lynch’s Cygne. Tonight the audience is abuzz with the fact that Sam Lynch is formerly of Houston Ballet. They love her and they let her know it. Rightly so. This piece is just a gem, truly a sparkling, shimmering diamond of dance. And I am just moved to tears at its heart stopping beauty and heartbreaking agony. I stop breathing altogether during Manuel and Laetitia’s Le Parc. That kiss kills me every single time. I can see it a thousand times and it will have me clutching my hands each and every performance. That kiss is positively mesmerizing. And we end the night with Embrace, the tango work. It is very long if you aren’t into tango. Very, very long. Still even for someone who is not touched by the movement of tango – that leg and foot work is incredibly impressive! In every respect, each dancer earned their applause. It seems like such little return for so very much.

Members of Contemporary Dragon Kung Fu Company performing Gateway.  Photographer: Li Huimin.

Members of Contemporary Dragon Kung Fu Company performing Gateway. Photographer: Li Huimin.

I am filled with inspiration, brilliant images, and bristling energy as I pack up and head for the airport on Sunday afternoon, the white-yellow Houston sunshine enveloping the taxi as we speed along the wide open freeway. I am warmed from head to pointed toes with dance happiness and satisfaction, like a really excellent meal, like a dance salad!

Cygne. Photographer: Erik Berg.

Cygne. Photographer: Erik Berg.

I do have suggestions for future festivals though and I may have to start an emailing campaign. First of all, I wish the festival had more of a presence – I followed them on Twitter and Facebook and they really didn’t advertise much at all. The reality is that if I didn’t have Manuel Legris radar that enabled me to spot that tiny write-up in Dance Magazine, I would still be none the wiser about this event. This is a fantastic festival; the level of star power of dancers, companies represented, and choreographers is INCREDIBLE and people need to hear about this! It would also be stellar if there were more events associated with it, more choreographer and/or dancer talks, an open to observation class, a guest twitter-er like one of the dancers (or a different one each day!) or a twitter choreographer commentary, an instagram account. Stephane Dalle was there, it would have been awesome to have a floor barre class available or even to have an open to observation master floor barre class to watch. I love Stephane Dalle, he is so brilliant with floor barre.  And t-shirts, all festivals need t-shirts. There are some “artist to artist workshops” but those are basically for the local companies – and that’s great but outreach to a greater audience would have been really cool. There is also a student event which is super cool for the local kids but again… more would be better. And, of course,  t-shirts. 😉

So, will I see you in Houston next year? Come with me. I promise, it will be a festival to remember!

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Day Two of Fabulous Dance Salad

Night no. 2 of The Dance Salad was Friday, April 18th. One great treat was being able to meet up with Nichelle from Dance Advantage! I am still amazed that real friendships can be born of talking about dance on the internet but it really can! The relationships we forge online in places like Twitter and Facebook can truly produce friendships in real life and I’m really amazed and grateful to find like minds and souls, like Nichelle, all over the world.

Act 1 opened with Royal Danish Ballet and Bournonville. An interesting way to open the evening and I still loved it. Then we immediately moved on to Manuel Legris and my happiness. Neumeier’s Sylvia pdd with Laetitia Pujol.

Paris Opera in Sylvia. Photo by Helmut Fohringer.

Paris Opera in Sylvia. Photo by Helmut Fohringer.

Let me take a minute to divert to a little side thought right here: my Manu hopped a pirouette. I’ve never seen him not turn perfectly and beautifully before. I’m not sure how many people would notice but I’ve seen this pdd a lot and I know this choreography by heart. It didn’t seem to bother him at all and the rest of the pdd was flawless as usual. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t relish seeing people that I love or care about make mistakes, I always hope for the best for everyone. BUT it’s a little comforting to know that even professionals, even dancers who are flawless, make mistakes and when they do, they keep going. When a beautiful dancer hops a pirouette, he doesn’t threaten to quit taking ballet class, she doesn’t tear herself down and question every and all dancing skills, he doesn’t whine about sucking, she doesn’t believe that she won’t ever be able to pirouette again and he doesn’t think the entire performance (or class) was awful because of one mistake. They keep dancing. So there we are, lesson for the day.

Next up was Sorrowful Song performed by Beijing Dance/LDTX. I feel this choreography all the way through my soul and it’s so gorgeous and so painful, it’s hard to breath. I’m not even recovered when Cygne performed by Samantha Lynch of the Norwegian National Ballet begins. The choreography is by Daniel Proietto and it is an ode to Dying Swan. The piece begins with a curious image of a boy on a screen and then images of the ballerina. From the moment Sam Lynch starts dancing, I am entranced by her. She is tall with long, long limbs that move between unearthly grace and a frightful ability to flail radically and wildly as if no longer attached. The juxtaposition of perfect swan ballerina loveliness against the angular jutting of neo-classical/contemporary positions is as striking as the ballerina’s black hair against her whitened skin. It is pain, it is perfection.  Entranced, I realize that a boy is singing Tennyson’s Dying Swan. Is that live? It can’t be. It is. A boy’s soprano is devastatingly beautiful as a swan is dying. It is a perfect performance, the kind that takes you completely out of the audience and there is nothing but the stage, almost an out-of-body experience where the art pulls you out of reality and into another world completely. The entire audience has forgotten how to breath as the swan finally collapses her wings, there is a moment of amazed silent, and then the entire place erupts in applause.

Cygne. Samantha Lynch. Photo by Erik Berg.

Cygne. Samantha Lynch. Photo by Erik Berg.

We are besides ourselves as an audience but we regain composure enough to be offered the Royal Danish Ballet in a piece called Traditional. It was anything but. A contemporary piece, it is choreographed by Alessandro Sousa Pereira. Ida Praetorius and Andreas Kass in black pants and tops slink, slide, and move each other about the floor. It’s a great work that showcases this very young talent. It would have been neat to watch the two Royal Danish offerings back to back to contrast the purely classical with the contemporary.

Royal Danish Ballet. Photo by Bruce Zinger.

Royal Danish Ballet. Photo by Bruce Zinger.

We end Act 1 with the Contemporary Dragon KungFu Dance Company performing Gateway and the audience adores them.

Contemporary Dragon KungFu Company. Photo by Li Huimin.

Contemporary Dragon KungFu Company. Photo by Li Huimin.

Act II gives us Elephant in a Black Box dancing Cel Black Days. This is a Jean-Philippe Dury work. The program offers an uncited poem which I share with you:

Youth is not a period of life.

It is a state of mind, an effect of will

A quality of imagination, in emotive intensity

A victory of courage over shyness

From taste of adventure over love of comfort

We don’t get old

For having lived a certain amount of years

We get old

Because we have deserted our ideal.

Years wrinkle skin; renouncing our ideal wrinkles our soul.

Concerns, doubts, fears and despairs

Are the enemies who slowly tilt us towards earth

And become dust before the death.

At first, I didn’t really like this piece, with its use of film and the girl who wears a top, doesn’t wear a top, then wears a top again. Why? Lots of angularity, lots of lost-ness, dancers moving lights about on stage. I’m not sure… it’s a work to watch carefully and then think about. In the end, I usually really like dance that makes me work for it, that dares me to dislike it, that makes me think and that sends me on a trek of emotions and mind. Good for you Elephant and Monsieur Dury.

Elephant in a Black Box.  Photo by Ignacio Urrutia.

Elephant in a Black Box. Photo by Ignacio Urrutia.

Next is Manuel, Laetitia, and Le Parc. I get the opportunity to enlighten my neighbors on the fact that Monsieur Legris is retired and how much of a treat that it is to be able to see him dance, especially in the U.S., since he really doesn’t perform that much anymore.  I also get to tell them about the link between Manuel and Rudolph Nureyev and other tidbits of information about Paris Opera. My neighbors happen to be a very sweet grandfather who has brought his ballet dancing preteen granddaughter to the performance. I have enlightened a young one – points for me 😉

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We close with tango. I’m still not a big fan but it has its moments.

Milonga. Photo by Tristram Kenton.

Milonga. Photo by Tristram Kenton.

Afterward, Nichelle and I go out for nibbles to talk dance and close out the restaurant. I love being able to talk about a performance afterward with wonderful company. What a perfect evening! I wish we had thought to take a photo. Well, maybe next visit. It’s not like I won’t be back to Houston! 😀

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