In the post show discussion that follows every performance, creator/directors Noah Bremer and Joanna Harmon talked about the head vs. the heart, the push and pull of life, thinking vs. feeling. You may or may not get that from the performance; you may see and feel something entirely different. That's the beauty of this piece, and of art in general.
The show begins with a single performer slowly descending the stairs and walking across the empty stage of the gorgeous Southern Theater to place clothes on a pile at the back of the stage, and then take a place on the floor in an interesting position. Then another performer does the same, then another, then another, until the floor of the theater is filled with bodies (I'm an audience member who typically likes to sit close, but in this case being a bit further up might be an advantage). This sea of bodies begins to move, slowly and subtly at first, then more and more forcefully until the theater is alive with a cacophony of movement. It almost made me dizzy to watch it, each individual moving differently but somehow combining to form a whole, some kind of being.
The show continues for about an hour, with different groups of people performing different movements in different formations, at times being pulled back to the wall, at times struggling forward. Sometimes a movement is in one body part only, sometimes the whole body is consumed in herky-jerky movement, all accompanied by haunting original music by Linnea Mohn. It's quite fascinating to watch the many different ways the same idea resides in different bodies.
It's sometimes hard for me to turn off my brain, especially knowing I need to put words on
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