Saturday November 15th, 2014 – Eryc Taylor Dance, Inc. presented an evening of danceworks by the three recipients of the 2014 ETD New Choreography Grants: Daniel Holt, Ana C. Sosa, and Eryn Renee Young. The performance took place at the Martha Graham Dance Center on Bethune Street.
Glancing out the window of the big Graham studio/theater while waiting for the performance to begin – the Empire State Building looking all silvery and shining – I was thinking of all the wonderful hours I have spent there in the past few years. In his opening remarks, Eryc Taylor expressed a similar affinity for the space where he worked with Merce Cunningham for five years.
And then the dancing began.
Eryn Renee Young’s Symphonie Miroir opened this concert of three well-contrasted works. To percolating music by Bela Bartok, the work commences with the girls (on pointe) in a diagonal; the music – plucked and skittery – sets off the dancers in contemporary stylings of classic ballet vocabulary. Isaac Owens, the group’s lone male, dances a dynamic pas de trois with Jasmine Chiu and Jacline Henrichs. A musical ‘explosion’ ignites the finale, a pas de sept which features pose-striking and breaking down the group into sub-units, with brief solo passages assuring that all the dancers have their chance to shine. Building a pulsing finale, there’s a sudden unexpected lull as the music turns a bit spacey; then a push onward to the finish. Ms. Young’s choreography showed a fine sense of exploring space and a knack for visual polyphony. And she gets extra roses and champagne for choosing Bartok.
Ana Sosa danced in her own work, The Logical Road to Insanity, with a quartet of fellow dancers who all seemed so young. Ms. Sosa chose some interesting vocal music, from Fleet Foxes and Cocorosie, which included ear-tweaking harmonies. The quintet of dancers work in-sync, with occassional passages of solo work, notably a somewhat B-boyish moment for Cesar Brodermann. Ms. Sosa’s accomplished use of floor work and of a gently ironic tip-toeing motif underscored the signs of impending mental collapse among the dancers; at one point the music goes totally looney, and the choreographer’s fleeting self-solo showed her on the brink of madness. It was all done well, and performed with commitment by the youthful cast, right down to the silent ending.
Daniel Holt, that charismatic Dirty dancer, brought out a trio of girls to dance with him in Bermuda. They all wore black shorts, bright-coloured cartoonish tank tops, and black socks. Things start casually, almost slow-mo, and then a grinding beat develops. Spastic synchronized movement with breakout solos and detached walkabouts underscore the complex approach-avoidance relationships of the foursome, all laid out with raw physicality. They collapse, but rise again for the work’s most haunting passage – an entangled quartet set to Owain Phyfe’s recording of ‘La prima vez‘: a highlight of the evening.
Pressing onward to a dark, dense beat, there are stylized clusters, escapes, and outright antagonism. Then the music suddenly takes on a celestial quality, with a deep bass underglow, as the dancers – in spastic gestures – attempt to communicate. But this dissolves in the end, and one of the girls gives Daniel the finger…which he kisses.
‘La prima vez’ translation:
“The first time I saw your eyes
I fell in love with you.
I loved you from that moment
And until the grave, I will love you.
Come close to me, my dear one,
You have saved me.
Discover me and tell me/open yourself and tell me
Your life’s secrets.”
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