Trajal Harrell, Pam Tanowitz and other APAP Showcases Turn New York Into One Big Runway
Look around.People bolting snacks and coffee wave at others across the lobby. They say things like, I havent seen you since the festival in Dublin, or, wait, was it in Monaco that we had pasta together? How are things going in Minneapolis?
These are not jet-setters; theyre the game, weary people in town for the Association of Performing Arts Presenters annual conference, and theyre stoking up for what may be the third showcase theyve attended today. Theyre here, of course, to discuss funding for the arts and audience building. Every dance company in townand some from overseastries to be seen during APAP week, hoping that these people arent just window-shopping. At least 11 New York dance venues host showcases, with most companies offering excerpts on shared programs.
Choreographers and dancers catch up on what their peers are doing; critics look in on what they missed and what they hope not to miss in the future. Also what theyre thrilled to see again. David Parkers Bang, brilliantly performed by Jeffrey Kazin and Nic Petry, turns the slam of body against body against the floor into a revelation not just of sophisticated percussive virtuosity, but of a two-man relationship. This was on a percussion marathon at Symphony Space, where other standouts were Joseph Webbs powerful tapping and beguiling hosting of Thank You Gregory, a tribute to Gregory Hines staged by Tony Waag; the beautifully serene and precise leaps by Irish step dancer Timothy Kochka in Darrah Carrs RhythMOTION and Step Dance Suite; and an excerpt from Buckets and Tap Shoes by the Minneapolis-based musician-dancers Andy and Rick Ausland, who are as sharp with their laid-back patter as they are with their feet.
The New Museum of Contemporary Art
January 7 through 8
Dance Theater Workshop
January 10 through 11
APAP week showcases and performances
January 7 through 11
Sometimes excerpts leave you in the dark as to what the whole work is or will be. This can be fine if it whets your appetite to see more. Im not likely to miss David Dorfmans Prophets of FunkDance to the Music of Funk, when it finally becomes a full-evening work in two years (Dorfman in league with Sly and the Family Stone? Irresistible). A 17-minute excerpt from Julian Barnetts solo with mirrors, Echologue (like Dorfmans work, shown on one of three showcases at Danspace), makes me want to see the whole piece.
Lucky for me, I was able to take in two pieces in their entirety and fully staged: Trajal Harrells Twenty Looks or Paris Is Burning at the Judson Church (S), which premiered at Danspace last October, and Pam Tanowitzs Be in the Gray With Me, first shown at Dance Theater Workshop in June.
Only seconds after Harrells performance at the New Museum begins, I decide to forgive him for referring to the autofictional potentiality of the performer in his program note. OK, the concept behind the piece is brainy, but it emerges far more clearly and entrancingly in the elegant solo he created for himself. Hes not, by the way, the first choreographer to be intrigued by Judson Dance Theaters radical work in the 60s (or by the relics and myths trailing it, since hes too young to have seen it); in 1992, another formidably smart and witty choreographer, Doug Elkins, premiered a dance titled Where Was Yvonne Rainer When I Had Saturday Night Fever? Harrells question to himself as he began work on Twenty Looks was What would have happened in 1963 if someone from the voguing ball scene in Harlem had come downtown to perform alongside the early postmoderns in Judson Church?
He doesnt want to answer that question literally. Ratherlike Rainer and her colleagues (Trisha Brown, Steve Paxton, David Gordon et al.)he queries the nature of performance. Its worth remembering, too, that, although Rainers famous 1965 manifesto said NO to spectacle, glamour, and virtuosity, she later investigated them in her 1968 The Mind Is a Muscleby having her performers, with their everyday, no-big-deal manners, share the stage, in one scene, with a showy professional juggler. In Continuous ProjectAltered Daily two years later, she included readings of film notables memories, as well as juxtaposing process to performance (the raw meets the cooked).
Twenty Looks begins before it begins. Harrell is laying out his changes of wardrobe on six chairs and greeting the spectators as they find seats on three sides of the New Museums black-box theater. Its he who hands out the programs that list what those 20 looks are and educate us via short essays on The Voguing Dance Tradition and The Postmodern Dance Tradition in English, French, and Dutch. The black runway laid out on the floor has a temporary airas if its more for a photo shoot than for either a fashion show or the Harlem ball scene that reinvented those designer presentations. The strip of marly is clothespinned up to a low fence at the back and ends in a roll at the feet of one bank of spectators.
Throughout the piece, Harrell juggles such dualities as reality vs. performance, whats might be considered entertaining and what boring, and hot material siphoned through cool presentation. Is watching him efficiently but unhurriedly change his attire downtime, or a suspenseful part of the show?
Some of the looks are just that: a glimpse. We watch Harrell garb himself for Look 1, West Coast Preppy School Boy, adding an untucked blue-gray shirt, a tie, and a yellow rain jacket over his black T-shirt and pants, sticking his feet into flip-flops, and donning dark glasses against the California sun. He doesnt even get near the runway, just stands and gives us a sullen stare. On to 2. All his fashion images are ironic, wittymanaging to be both apt and enigmatic. The scenes gradually take up more space, present more movement, and become more difficult to decode. Checking our lists against the numbers that Harrell hangs on a chair to announce each scene, trying to guess how each skillful costume adjustment will turn out makes spectatorship a game, with time to exchange chuckles with the person in the next seat.
Harrells subtly brillianta master of the sultry stroll, the aggressive stride, the arrogant set of the jaw. But Twenty Looks is a cultural critique, not a take-off on Top Model, 60s-style. Parsing the look and its title are part of the fun. For Eau de Jean Michel, he sits on a chair and rearranges his footwear, finally picking up and sniffing a running shoe before moving on. For Serving Old-School Runway, he combines gold high-tops with a loose gray T-shirt and an apron that shows what could be a photo of 1960s art celebs eating. His gestures are as languid as a British monarchs wave.
Pieces of clothing are re-cycled (the apron becomes a cape in Serving Superhero and flaps obligingly behind him as he sort of flies around). Various snatches of music appear and disappear. So does the sound of feet walking on a hard floor. Not until the untitled Look 11 do the bright runway lights come on. In Look 13, Legendary Face, he wears shades and hides his visage as he moves, bending and twisting, about the space, before turning that face toward the limelight. Garbo? Could be. Or not. Just as his caved-in body, bundled-up apron, and silent weeping in a stretchy black dress in Moderne (Look 18) could as easily allude to modern dance as to the memoir of an art-gallery guard we hear on tape. Look 20 (along with 17 and 19, the sections with the most movement) is titled Alt-Moderne feeling the French Lieutenants Woman; he could one second be channeling Martha Graham and the next Meryl Streep gazing out to sea. (Thats not it, Trajal? Never mind, its sort of it, isnt it? Structurally speaking?)
I love watching Harrell indicate stylesnow with down-and-dirty swiveling hips, now with weaving, undulating arms and soft stroking-the-air hands, now with high-stepping feet. Every pose resonates. In 17, Runway Performance With Facial Expressions, he makes a hurt look seem as detached as any other step.
Note the parenthetical S thats part of the title of this entrancing work. In the world of both high and low fashion, that indicates size. Theoretically, Harrell may go on to create four versions of the piece. Twenty Looks or Paris Is Burning at the Judson Church (M) is due to premiere at the Kitchen later this year or in 2011. I can hardly wait.
Pam Tanowitz studied extensively with Viola Farber, one of Merce Cunninghams original dancers, and the three men appearing in Be in the Gray With Me are current or former members of Cunninghams company. As you might expect, her choreography features articulate feet, long body lines, and movement that tells its own stories. Everything she puts onstage is intriguing, often surprising, and resonant in its implications of human behavior. You may recognize certain movements as balleticpas de chats, say, or cabriolesbut they dont have a hand-me-down look. In fact, in this piece, certain passages seem to quote historical ballets and turn them upside down; its interesting to note that three of the four composers (Vladimir Martynov, Pavel Karmonov, Alexander Raskatov, and Dan Siegler) are Russian, and Raskatovs The Season Digest is described as being after Tchaikovsky.
The Russian connection may have prompted several fetching moments. At one point, the six women dancers in the piece are clustered in a corner, standing at attention, watching Dylan Crossman solo. Uta Takemura leaves the others and holds Crossmans hand, while he balances on half-toe, the other leg lifted slightly to the side. One by one, the others replace her at this job. The passage alludes to Petipas Rose Adagio from Sleeping Beauty, except when the last woman, Anne Lentz, starts to rotate Crossman, he picks her up instead. Shortly after this, he sits, and each woman enters and dances briefly for him, as if he were being asked to choose a bride. Somewhat later, hes again on the floor, in a pose reminiscent of Nijinsky in his Afternoon of a Faun. Takemura whisks on and off the stage, looking at him like a hesitant nymph, and Theresa Ling performs (for him?), while he makes his fingers dance on the floor, as if he were marking out her steps.
Philip Treviños set design consists of gray, translucent hanging on three sides of the stage, with three doorways on either side; later an additional backdrop falls to suggest a colonnade. The choreography emphasizes the porousness of these walls by using the space beyond them. Suddenly you notice Ellie Kusner walking in an exterior corridor. The costumes by Renée Kurz are mostly gray, partly satin, and draped in various ways. But Treviños magical and impulsive lighting turns this monochromatic world pink, partly blue, and at one point entirely red.
It is a world, and an intriguing one. The performers come and go about their enigmatic errandsmostly serene, yet vividly present in the movement, and always aware of one another. They dance marvelouslyin pairs, alone, in groups, in unison or in counterpoint, never staying in one situation for long. Tanowitz lets you see the differences among the three men (Crossman, Glen Rumsey, and Rashaun Mitchell) and the distinctive virtues of, say, small Christina Amendolia and tall, lanky Ashlie Kittelson. We live with them for 55 minutes, almost every one of which enlightens us.
The 2010 APAP is over and gone. Lets hope, when the dust and glitter and sweat settle, that some companies get more work than they dared hope for and that far-flung audiences learn to love them.
Correction: In my recently posted review of New York City Ballet, I gave David H. Koch, for whom the New York State Theater has been re-named, the wrong middle initial.
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