During the first week of rehearsals I thought I was making a dance titled “Normal.” By week three, the 15-minute ode to the pink shag became “Theater in the Head.”…
“Living is a form of not being sure…not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We…
How strange, and apt, to be among a community of dancers the day Merce Cunningham passed from the earth. His death at 90 was softened with the lifework he was…
Welcome to the Bates Dance Festival blog. A place for sharing ideas about the study, creation and performance of contemporary dance. We begin with entries from Adele Myers -- one…