Photography by Serena Davidson
I was totally floored by this piece; it defines for me what I need to see during TBA. I need to see something minimal yet explosive, something that sends my mind reeling while my body is so still I forget it is there. WC4′s piece was this for me. I have had the fortune of seeing many of PICA’s past performances and I could also see threads of Wally’s new work coming from the influence of or direct work with other choreographers, including John Jasperes, Ros Warby and Deborah Hay…. still Cardona’s catastrophic (in a good way?) scene was entirely his own, tight yet fluid moments – impossible really with all of the obstacles surrounding them – met a visually stunning, world- sparse with bursts of insane color and slow deliberate lighting that would eventually turn the darkest black to silver shine before my eyes. I was expecting riotous applause at the end and instead there was a kind of hesitant pause – this was not a sign of failure for me but reflective of that moment where an audiences reality is suspended – I always say contemporary art is not about “liking” but about “thinking” and I could hear the frantic brain activity in that moment – one brave person stood and clapped and then the audience did finally erupt in joyous release.
Afterward I heard that my friends thought it was “offensive” that they “got lost” or that the dancers were not “up to snuff” and yet still from others I heard “gorgeous”, “frantic” and “incredibly moving”…
I found that for myself the world that Wally build was representative of a city I left ten years ago and the one I live in now, a maze, an architectural wonderland, a lonely field, a crowded space. It was this city that the dancers carefully moved through, watched surround and confound them eventually surviving its destruction – either from psychic forces or physical force picked up pace and contributed to its new beginning one beam at a time.