NR: So are you stripping back the elements of dance to the body? things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully.
Dressed in black body suits resembling latex, the dancers slid through space, but before I knew it, Sara, the 13-minute dance, ended, the lights stunned the auditorium, and our voices rose in response—each murmuring to the next.
Combined with the intense, thumping soundtrack, uniform costumes and stone-cold faces, these seemingly militaristic movements evoke fascist associations.