Review By Rosie Trump
In an empty second floor retail loft in the Houston Pavilions, Hope Stone Dance Company has set up a pastiche of dining room table chairs, settees and carpet squares flanking a portable dance floor, ensuring no two seats are the same, literally.
Artistic director and choreographer Jane Weiner assembles eleven dancers, accompanied by almost forty musicians and singers for “la vie a pleines dents” (to bite life with all of one’s teeth.) Featuring special guests, Mercury Baroque and the Houston Boychoir, “la vie a pleines dents” is epic in scale and girth. Continue reading…
While the heat remains unrelenting outside, Houston Ballet opened its 2011-2012 season with a cool winter wonderland. “Return of the Masters” lifted its curtain to reveal the icy delights of “Les Patineurs,” transforming dancers into boot clad ice skaters and the stage into a picturesque frozen pond. Continue reading here…
make eyes at me: a preview of Suchu Dance’s newest work
by Rosie Trump
Clenched fists open into flexed palms, as four dancers coquettishly parade around the Barnavelder stage. Their arms reach into all directions and intertwine until their torso’s thrust into convulsions. This is not your typical sexy dance, but Suchu Dance’s upcoming show make eyes at me aims to seduce you, nonetheless.
Suchu Dance’s last production, Slam School, was bright, sporty and comical, so artistic director Jennifer Wood knew she wanted to head into the opposite direction for her next dance. make eyes at me developed from investigating ideas of sex, death and violence. “I was thinking about dark things and listening to heavier music,” Wood replies when asked what has inspired make eyes at me. To read more click here
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Preview Psophonia’s Rip inthe Atmosphere
by Rosie Trump
In the back studio of Barnevelder Movement Complex, eight sweaty dancers pull on knee pads as they prepare to rehearse Sophia Torres’s The Long Hallway, one of the six dances in Psophonia Dance Company’s upcoming performance Rip in the Atmosphere. The dancers tumble to the floor and bound again to their tip toes, their breathing is labored but the execution is fierce… To read the rest of the story click here