Tamer, Tamer

Pizza à la Casa becomes a after-show ritual at La Villette for me. After the Festival d’Avignon, Memory of The Great Tamer has already been distorted. During the show, I compared it, rectified it, reinforced it.

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The universe is the Great Tamer and the delicate surface the Earth.

On the instable and delicate playground, the earth or the universe, repeats the absurdity of human history. A day, a year even a century. A non-stop lost and found. the piece is even too short to compare with archeology. Dimitris is certainly inspired by the traditional three-act structure but time is not linear here. Or it is as our own history repeats but not necessarily in the exact way. New things are interwoven and the history evolves. The acceleration makes sense if we consider it as a learning process, also theatrically speaking, it is a crescendo.

When the shoe deracinates, the sound points into my heart, leading to a question of philosophy: can we get rid of our history? Or we just pull it out and put it back in a different pot? From dust to dust, from six feet under above. Like a tree, our life circles. Astronauts seem epic but their breath reminds me of those of animals. Yes, even one day we leave for the moon, the history will just repeat over there. If you have seen Kubrick’s Odyssey 2001, you know what I mean.

In front of the stage, orange, book, then the skull. That’s the thread of the piece. Papaioannou’s beaux-arts background outstands his works in the history of dance. The timeline is actually himself, not his canvas/stage. He starts with image, making it concrete with human body. Certainly he did absorb massively from contemporary dances, as he said so in Avignon. Subjectively, I saw Pina’s influence in several images, such as man in the water. He completed his works, giving it to us, the audience, to feel, to imagine, to connect.

In Avignon, I admired his attitude towards his works. A true artist I would say. He didn’t want to influence us by his origins of creation. True, some spectators were nervous. I am sure that a lot of them tried to catch up with critics on all the references. Is that necessary? Not for me. When I go to a museum, I let artworks approach me in the most instinctive way: lines, colors, volumes, etc. Don’t tell me the story, let me feel, imagine, connect. That’s how I treat all kinds of arts, including performance. If I am not connected, I just walk away. If you are not connected to The Great Tamer, you can do the same.

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A Love Supreme

Last year, I reserved A Love Supreme at 104. Unfortunately, I could not go and offered the ticket to a friend. He accepted it with pleasure though he was quite disappointed with the last few works from Ana Teresa Keersmaeker. The day after the show, I received an email from him. He was sincerely happy with this piece.

A Love Supreme is the first dance in my 2018 agenda. I have to say: it was a breathtaking moment. If someone asks me what is jazz, I will ask him/her to watch this piece. Liberty with precision.

A silent debut. A prologue of four. They lean and bounce, give and receive. I don’t know many Keersmaeker’s pieces but this is not a déjà-vu. After the show, some spectators really criticise the silence while I find it indispensable. Keersmaeker and Sanchis give us a moment to « learn » the movement before the music arrives. It’s like when you run on a treadmill. You start slowly to get ready for acceleration.

When the music starts, I feel already living in dancers’ body and immediately synchronise my mind with the quartet. Back to the definition of jazz. Improvisation is always associated with jazz but improvisation does not mean absolute freedom. Same for dancers. Once they master all the patterns, the improvisation becomes intended and precise. At some moment I would like to applaud like we usually do during a jazz live. But I didn’t dare to.

The last part, I call it epilogue, is a mirror of the prologue. My eyes started to double explose both, like a 360° view. This piece is so distinguished than others I’ve known of her so far. In addition to Rosas’ typical language, the movement has a tangible elasticity. Keersmaeker is warmer than ever. However, I cannot tell wether it comes from Sanchis.

I also like a detail in the costume: creases of pants. I compare them to the head of John Coltrane’s music. These creases stay always straight even when dancers are in horizontal position. It could also be an interpretation of gravity.

Keersmaeker already made a live version of Drumming. I would expect to see A Love Supreme Live one day. Possible?

Times Rule of Three by Three

I am strangely attached to Belgium and artists from there. Jan Martens didn’t draw my attention till a friend told passionately about the pieces he saw at the Théâtre de la Ville. Ever since, I have the name in mind when scanning programs.

By One

When Nederlandse Dansdagen released their program for the 20th anniversary, I was thrilled to find Rule of Three preview. I booked my return train ticket based on the schedule of this preview. I was right. The first session overwhelmed me immediately. A bit of talking between sessions, Jan explained the origin of this piece: inspired by the invasion of social media in our daily life, the new work literally outpaces his previous ones, resonating with the stream of fast-moving information. Not only the movements, but also the music. NAH was not present on that day though. Will my friend still be passionate about this accelerated new work? I had a doubt, asking Jan why he decided to change. His answer was simple: the idea of the piece decides the way how it represents.

Martens says that he is not a choreographer as what he uses in any piece already exists. In this piece he also highlights the collective works from the three dancers, who are really outstanding. I learned from their flyer that their upcoming tour includes Paris. I kept it, walking to Maastricht station. Coincidence. The dancers were on the same train. They went back to Belgium.

Determined to really dive into this piece, I booked two dates at the Espace Cardin, the nomadic Théâtre de la Ville.

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By Two

9 November 2017. First night in Paris. I sat at the left loges, quite close to the stage. However, I couldn’t see the projection. When the light turned out, NAH set up the tension and excitement with precision. Slowly the rhythm became regular,  all my memories from the Centre Céramique came back, woven into a complete piece, seamlessly. Repeat, evolve; repeat, transform; repeat, transmit; repeat, restart. Up and down, left or right, the tension is maintained at the same level without deviation.

Regarding the costumes, Valérie Hellebaut’s choice of primary colors seems evident but makes perfect sense. Rule of Three is the equivalent of rule of colors. All colors come from red, yellow and blue. Three dancers also mean uncalculated possibilities of movement. If the choreographer were more sophisticated than Jan, LED use in costumes could have literally translated this connection.

Suddenly the music stoped when NAH threw away his drumsticks. My ears took some time to adjust to the sudden silence. The following part was a surprise. A good one. Dancers got undressed and wiped their sweats with the already sweated clothes. They got hydrated as well. A sort of ending?

Not yet. Then they started some postures, together or apart. The stage light became intensely white, making their bodies marble-like. A contrast of sound, color and movement. I felt intrigued at first, then enjoyed. What a moment of peace and tranquility! Of course, it is not surprising to hear that certain spectators couldn’t stand anymore and even started leaving. That was part of the bet Martens put on stage and it worked. I knew that he sat in the orchestra and thought that he must smile in the darkness at that moment. On stage, Steven smiled to a spectator who tried to break the silence with applause. Not yet. When they finally started putting back their clothes, that was the end. I stood up applauding and took the picture when Jan joined the crew. I tweeted it when I walked to the subway station.

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By Three

I went back four days after. I chose this day because I found a place in the first row of orchestra. That was the moment when I saw the projection. As I already saw the complete work, I understood immediately its meaning: playlist. Yes, Jan gave the list of all sessions in advance to the audience but I doubted if the first-time spectators would notice this detail and its association with the piece. What a brilliant idea! Before the show started, my head couldn’t stop running over visually the playlist. Then the light turned off.

This time I enjoyed even more the piece than the previous time. A crescendo. If I compared it to a song, this time I had already the melody in mind. I could move easily my eyes from movement to movement, from dancer to dancer, without getting lost. It’s kind of a live montage and I shot my own version of Rule of Three. If Jan wanted, he could easily reorganise the piece one day to give another flavor. But I feel that this is not the type of things he will do.

Last session. As I knew when it would stop, I let my thoughts float. Life slows down, coming back to essentials. We don’t need clothes but our skin; we don’t need music, but our heartbeat. When all the artificialities fall down, sense, sensuality and sensibility come back. What a talent Jan is! If everything stopped with the music, it would be a piece with much less sparks.

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Sincerely, I want to see this piece a fourth time, a fifth, a sixth,…

The day after, My doubt confirmed: this friend posted his disappointment of Rule of Three on Facebook.