Hunting the Hemo Goblin at Sugar Space

Last weekend, the Sugar Space presented a new work-in-progress by Andrea Dispenziere. The hour-long work, “Hunting the Hemo Goblin,” was comprised of a scattering of vignettes touching on themes of hunter and hunted.

The dance began in a modern setting—the grocery store. As the audience settled into their seats, dancers casually wandered around the stage, “shopping” among tables laden with vitamin water and peeking into a number of tall, cylindrical wire cages that carried labels like “Quinoa” and “Yogurt Pretzels.” From these slow and pedestrian beginnings, the dance gradually developed into a hunting scenario in which dancers pursued their prey across the stage. However, it was not until the performers were given a chance to truly start dancing that the work picked up its momentum. Moving with unrestrained physicality, the dancers displayed impressive commitment and athleticism, though the limited amount of space caused several collisions. The work then took a violent turn, as performers began tackling and throwing each other across the stage—even simulating the cannibalization of a few (presumably weaker) dancers. I particularly enjoyed the number of inventive and surprising ways in which the dancers took each other down; the impact of the dancers colliding—and I mean full on tackling each other—was especially powerful when it happened less than ten feet in front of my face.

In the next section, Dispenziere drew from Greek mythology concerning Artemis, goddess of the hunt, and Actaeon, a hunter who was transformed into a deer and then killed by his hunting dogs. The myth of Actaeon was spelled out in “old-school rap” by a Greek chorus as dancers portrayed the action through gesture and dance. Dispenziere’s rap contained clever lyrics, yet was difficult to hear over the music and some fumbled articulation. Through some inventive rearranging of the wire cages, the dancers transformed the stage, creating forests, waves, and walls. However, under-rehearsed transitions between the configurations made the props seem unwieldy and difficult.

The final vignettes featured strong dance sequences—most notably, a quartet of women performing quick, precise articulations of the arms and torso, as well as a series of overlapping solos accompanied by a Discovery Channel-style narration describing the elusive “Hemo Goblin.” The humorous, meandering text managed to simultaneously amuse and confuse me, and the ending of the dance—in which the audience was invited to come onstage and observe the performers before they were led away, tethered together like cattle—left me with all my questions unanswered. The work incorporates interesting representations of the health food movement, hunting, shopping, consumerism, and mythology, but does not seem to tie them together before its completion. I feel that “Hunting the Hemo Goblin” put forth some provocative images and associations, but ultimately stopped short of articulating a discernible message.

Emily Terndrup


b sides & rarities

Movement Forum surprised me last weekend at B-Sides and Rarities, a one-night engagement  at Sugar Space. I wish I’d come at seven (they did two shows in one night) and everyone in the cast lamented that I’d missed the earlier show. But I certainly didn’t feel cheated by what I saw, in fact I left feeling encouraged in a way that I haven’t in a long time.

The program notes were printed on an 8 ½ by 11 sheet that the audience was encouraged to write on and throw onstage during the performance. The dancers and three musicians began warming up on stage, the lights and conversation dimmed and everyone adjourned from the middle of the space except for Michael Watkiss, who stood with an unusual presence for several seconds before beginning a gestural solo which seemed to develop the character his costume began: holey dress pants and a too-nice button up.

Watkiss’s dance took a long slow turn for the introspective as he looked at his body up and down, cataloging the possibilities and searching patiently for some unexpected resonance in the folding and unfolding of his joints. The other dancers stood around him like a gang in the shadows out of some dance musical film from the fifties. They began to take turns narrating his solo in a sort of dialectic exquisite corpse. Now he’s a father. But he’s a dead beat dad. Now he’s twenty-six. There’s some kind of mental illness. Now he’s having an affair. Now he’s thirty. I’ve seen this kind of text-based work before, but rarely have I seen it with such tenderness between the performers. The framing and reframing that the other performers provided was excellently timed. It really made me think about truth and fiction and how the artifice of performance was functioning. I can’t tell you how his abstract dancing moved me in a different way that it might have out of context, but I know that it has stayed with me and I’m still digesting it. I’d also like to take the opportunity to comment on how much Watkiss’s dancing has developed since I last saw him perform in May. Something is happening; during his training at the U he managed to preserve a rare sense of interior monologue in his dancing, but now he’s taking it into space with a clarity and humor I didn’t know he was capable of.

The progression of the evening was rambling in a charming way, they didn’t have any real concrete plan, which is not an easy thing to pull off, especially with a cast of almost twenty. There were some impressive interludes of explosive dancing to the amiable music of the live band (Alex Aponte, Trevor Price and Randal Topper), including a bombastic little number that looked a little bit like a Tere O’Connor dance falling out of an airplane (danced by Sherisa Bly, Corrine Penka and Eileen Rojas). The cast also undertook a sort of movement roast of departing and founding director Graham Brown who dived, leapt and tired himself with his usual inimitable athleticism. His dancers barraged him with loving jibes and crumpled airplane’s whose comments from the audience had already been turned into a series of experiments ranging from a hilarious deep lunging routine led by sassy Corinne Penka and an awkwardly funny send up of the late king of pop whose initials are M.J. (danced by Sofia Gorder and Jersey Reo Riemo).

Before it was all over there was a brightly surreal trio with blind-folds and another stunning performance by Watkiss, this time joined by the equally witty Danell Hathaway, who will direct the company when Brown moves to Maryland to pursue graduate school this fall. Watkiss told us of a fantastic encounter with a giant talking spider (a dream? an acid trip?). As Watkiss was disarmed by this invisible figment of his subconscious, Hathaway playfully tried to undress him, he batted her off, much as one might an annoying insect. Here were performers dancing with a real sense of metaphor, and making it up as they went along. Some deep, but very playful investigation was happening that night and I was grateful to be invited inside of it.

Sam Hanson






Oosimaginary on tour

I’ll get to the actual show, but first I want to heave a mighty BRAVO to OosImaginary for hatching the wild idea of going on tour and bringing it to life. Sam Goodman, from an interview on the Sugar Space blog:

We have venues booked in Louisville, Nashville, Conway (AR), Denver, Salt Lake, Missoula, Seattle, Portland, & Ventura, but the idea behind the tour is to perform every day in some capacity, so we are also planning on doing a lot of guerilla/street/outdoor performance in addition to the venue shows.

This is not something that happens easily or without a strong commitment to following through with absurdity in spite of all the shit that people give you, not to mention all the shit we give ourselves. So, to the whole OosImaginary crew, congratulations. You made something awesome happen.

The show itself was a wandering journey through fractured dreams, twisted imaginings, and bizarre visions. The improvised dancing was skillful and engaging to watch, and the entire cast gave solid performances in a dance-theatre-music mashup that satisfies. Make no mistake, this show is the scenic route on the road to I don’t know where. If you need to arrive at some defined story or moral, this might not be your show. This is not a weakness.

The score for the most part matches the rest of the material, though I found myself bothered by some of the lyrics. Not the actual lyrics, just the fact that they were there — I resisted their pull back into a place of verbal cognition. I didn’t mind the integration of poetry as much, but this may be due to the low volume of the cassette player which turned the reading into more of a mumbling aural score than actual verbalization.

In the end, I wanted more. I’m not saying it was unresolved or too short, I’m saying I wanted more. OosImaginary, you walk us right up to the brink. You point over the edge and explain the darkness below, like a very competent tour guide. I want you to jump off, and I want you to take me with you. Similarly, in theory you are dissolving the roles of dancer, actor, and musician into a holistic improvisation. In practice, you’re just taking turns, passing those roles around. Now I will dance, next I will play music, then he will play music, and she will act.

My experience with improvisation is that when you really feel like you’re losing your mind, that is the beginning of the work. Most people stop there because, frankly, it’s scary. Right now I feel like OosImaginary tells the story of losing their minds, or collective mind. It’s a good story. But it’s a bit like trying to drown yourself in a kiddie pool. You know in the back of your mind that ultimately, you’re still safe. Give me the ocean. Give me high tide on a stormy day, salt and sand and seaweed and an undertow that does not relent ever.

Overall I’m excited about this group and what they’re doing. I think that OosImaginary is capable of pushing the envelope, and I hope that they will. I’ll be keeping an eye out for them (Summer tour 2011!?).

Matthew Beals

In & Out at Sugar Space

This season in Salt Lake we have celebrated the works and legacies of several great pioneers of Modern Dance, from Michio Ito to Martha Graham, as well as marked the centennial of Alvin Nikolais. We remember these artists for their contributions to defining what is Modern Dance, and work to preserve the legacy of their movement and choreography. Yet we forget that the shared characteristic of these great artists was a rejection of the status quo. This is the other legacy of Modern Dance, a legacy that has been less well-preserved. Neglected, even. As Modern Dance continues to crystallize in form and tradition, the daring to experiment and challenge norms has become dangerously anemic.

Enter Sugar Space, and as they kick off their In & Out performance series, bringing together local choreographer Ashley Anderson with New York-based Regina Rocke, they remind us that not all is lost. In fact, you can take your norms and shove them. The spirit of revolution is alive and well, at least for this weekend.

Before the show even begins, the scene is set such that it’s clear either of these artists would have been successful in the visual arts had they not been claimed by the performance arts. From the delightfully wrinkled white vinyl floor to the candy-green chairs, there is an attention to visual detail that continues throughout the evening in a meticulously messy tone.

The evening opens with a duet by Jen McGinn, set to the music of Judy Garland. The dance itself is intricately designed, yet presented in a very casual manner. The music, movement, and performance quality create a strange contrast that highlights the stranger relation between the dancers as they take turns in a dialogue of disconnection and fleeting vulnerability. Are they fighting? Making love? Discussing the weather? Politics, maybe? And who is this third person, pacing through their midst in sparkling ruby red slippers? As the piece comes to a close it may never be clear what we’re supposed to think, and yet those slippers, clicking their heels, remind us that there’s no place like home. And maybe that’s a good thing.

A duet by Ashley Anderson follows, although the two brass horns inhabiting the upstage may make it a quartet. Arranged ever so delicately on the floor, they demand to be played and add an external tension to the dance. The sound score is nothing but the sounds of feet sliding over the vinyl of the floor, and it is mesmerizing. Anderson’s arrangement of movement has a dry humor to it, offering up the occasional surprise in a very matter-of-fact way. And yes, after much flirtation, the horns have their moment. The entire piece has an understated beauty to it that is very satisfying, yet in this lies the one criticism I would level against the work. The dancers carry this energy to the point of flatness, and in their lack of expression is an apathy that dis-invites our own interest in the work.

By now, it’s clear that this isn’t your typical high-energy romp, with pretty legs, flashy spins, and big lifts. Nothing here has been made to please the crowd, and yet it does please. But the real assault begins with the final work by Regina Rocke, featuring some the best ironically bad dancing I have seen, a stream-of-consciousness monologue that is as hilarious as it is offensive, and chocolate syrup. With sprinkles. Perhaps the best explanation is found in the monologue itself: “This is a performance art piece, that’s why we’re doing this.” Don’t try too hard folks, just enjoy the ride. And if you haven’t learned every stop on the Brooklyn L train by the end, it wasn’t for lack of trying.

This is not your big-budget production, but that’s as much a reason to see it as any. Just remember, you don’t go to a punk concert and complain that it’s dirty and noisy. Don’t go to this show and complain that it’s weird and different. But do go. Because it’s weird and different, and in the end that is very, very worthwhile.

Matt Beals

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a place to work on loving dance more

especially in salt lake

because we are all here.

we want to show work more and watch work more

and document it.

this is ashley anderson posting.
i am applying for my 501c3 to support my creative work under the name “ashley anderson dances” with that 501c3 i also plan to host loveDANCEmore community projects.

i’ll explain what those projects are but before i get started…
some of my language here is lifted from miranda july
so let me quote from her book with harrell fletcher, learning to love you more,

where she and Harrell made assignments for unknowing artists all over the globe and had a pretty profound result:
“Sometimes it is a relief to be told what to do…We tried to come up with assignments we would want to do ourselves; often they came directly out of our personal lives or art practice.”

loveDANCEmore is that very idea:
a series of projects that come up with small assignments for choreographers and dancers here.
suggestions about where to show and when and with who.
and where to rehearse for those shows.
etc. 

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from all of us.

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