Choreography by Amara Tabor-Smith
Dancing on the street – talking with Christy Bollingbroke- kneeling in the lobby watching/observing/listening. A familiar form (Tabor-Smith had a similar beginning at the Walking Distance Festival in 2013). Then there was a speech or rather some talking and quoting, a preface of sorts. It seemed a little much at the time. I did write down some words in my notebook (in no particular order):
migration – immigration
place no place
There really wasn’t time to read the program.
It felt like a ritual, but not.
It felt like a dance performance, but not.
The program notes started with: “The ritual which you will participate in…” But I didn’t feel like a participant in a ritual: I wasn’t asked. I felt like an audience member that was bearing witness to something I didn’t know much about; it was odd. What if I refuse to participate? What then? I was almost so consumed by this oddness that I mostly forgot the dancing, the movement of bodies on the stage. What were they doing? What were they saying? How did they move? Maybe it doesn’t matter. I wanted it to matter.