BARYSHNIKOV ARTS JOURNAL
Tushrik Fredericks + Rebecca Margolick
to begin with no end
Using spirituality as a vessel of connection and the common denominator between two different yet similar religions, empathy, trust and intimacy is shared withinside the multitudes of relationships that we embody with each other. To release into the complexities gives us access to be with each other and to see from the other side.
Esmé Boyce Dance
THE HUMBLING OR CHAPTER OF MAMA: PART 1
During the BAC residency I am beginning a rambunctious, meticulously choreographed dance for four dancers including myself, that coexists in the same stage as my toddler and husband. If my son runs across the space, the dance will stop or swerve. If he needs me, I will carry him and continue the dance to the best of my ability. If he needs his diaper changed, that too will be part of the dance. The mundane tasks of parenthood will be enveloped into the work.
Eric Marlin + Ilana Khanin
Shot List
A mother publishes a harrowing wartime memoir. Her daughter tries to reconcile the recollections. A stranger enters their lives. And somewhere else, two actors make a movie. A new play about adapting humanity’s most horrific stories.
binbinFactory
BAC Story by Nicholas Visseli
The Dance
Two moving as one.Connection through each other.The dance has begun.
It is difficult to express the wonder and indescribable joy one experiences when sitting in on new work that is being created by the two artists who comprise binbinFactory: Satoshi Haga and Rie Fukuzawa. At first glance, their rehearsal process appears paradoxical, combining extreme focus, repetitive movement and discipline with improvisation and wild abandon. But ultimately, as their collaboration of ideas and forms begin to settle and phrases of movement start to emerge, a deeper, richer swirl of emotion and meaning reveals itself to us. It is almost as if the dance evolves accidentally on purpose, or – more precisely – it arrives effortlessly through the artists all on its own.
daniel evan kersh
BAC Story by Elena Hecht
It starts in movement, in struggle. Weighted, the forces pull, downward, backward, into the ground, tugging, they groan, inaudibly they strain, pulling. JM grapples, he is contained, he attempts to break free.
Quietly.
Claude Johnson
BAC Story by Elanor Bock
It was 3pm in late March. Inside a window-wrapped dance studio at Baryshnikov Arts Center (BAC), a performance was about to begin. Except for faint slivers of light peeking through drawn shades, and the glow from an amorphous pile of white fabric placed in the middle of the space, the studio was dark. As people found their seats, a piano player in the corner played a soft duet with a recorded track—the sound bouncing off the high ceilings.