I first encountered Sally Silvers's work in 1981, a year after she arrived in New York. She and Lisa Kraus, who couldn't have been more different, had collaborated on a long duet. Kraus was one of Trisha Brown's most luxuriously fluid dancers. Silvers, I wrote, was "wiry, rail-skinny, and jumpy. Folding down into a squat, she becomes a study in jutting knees and elbows. In one solo, she keeps lurching and crashing to the floor with a disconcerting bang of knobby body parts. Everything about her bespeaks fast-twitch... More >>>