..Words to Dead Lips
Intermedia Arts Catalyst Series wowed me this year, featuring a host of presentations that were both top notch and innovative. In November, the series presented Aniccha Arts Words to Dead Lips, a gorgeous, provocative multimedia performance piece that explored the dimensions of how a climate of fear can shape and form a crowd, and how individuals, or groups of individuals, can fight against that force. Choreographer Pramila Vasudevan and visual artist Matt Wells, along with sound design from John Keston and direction by Dipankar Mukherjee created a thrilling performance that was both visually stunning and intellectually challenging.
In the show, the dancers used a combination of classical Indian dance, modern dance and yoga movements as they were controlled by an oppressive environment, created by invasive sound, designed by John Keston and by visuals projected on a scrim. Eventually, the scrim itself began to take over the space, and the dancers found themselves enveloped by it. The powerful ending came as the performers found the power to take control of their environment, realizing their own agency.
Sheila Regan, SouthwestMinneapolisPatch
Words to Dead Lips: An engulfing performance of powerful future strings woven into our current cultural landscape.
Words to Dead Lips, created by Aniccha Arts, opens the curtain to
powerful flows of future landscapes. As the world has crumbled within a
horrific post apocalyptic reality,
those still twitching fend for themselves within shadow, vie for slivers
of light. A shield of protection and discovery is merely a fleeting
power. A false promise. Visceral reds bathe a glow that seeps through
the skin, transforming into complex shifting light, drained of life.
Sounds seem to be transmitted from alien thoughts, scored by John
Keston's homemade electronics and carefully constructed max patches,
which weave their way from live composition using these devices -
drawing us into the fray of bodies coping with hellish motives and
dynamical dominance. The movement, created by Pramila Vasudevan, reminds
us that we are pulsing and scurrying beings among the thematic rubble. A
network of rearrangement. Remnants of our former world are sketched and
eerily rotated into our awareness by visual artist Matt Wells.
Recurring hostile urban pathways reinforced and repeated. Control.
Isolation. Despair. A new context for those fallen...Words to Dead Lips.
The Walker Art Center's Choreographers' Evening
A Quiet But Hardworking "Choreographers' Eve"
Being on the other end of that silken curtain was the best stress relief I've had in ages! A dance troupe acts out the progressive agony of our "free to be any cog you want" society, and five audience members get to decide whether or not to let Progress take its course. For any resident of Cubicle Hell, it's wonderfully cathartic.
I Am Just Going To Say Shit
..Meanwhile, in the middle of the gallery, “Cloud Turn” was an embodied expression of humans’ desire to control the weather. The dancers draped in white took their final movement, like slapping the air, and interestingly, right as we stepped outside, it began to rain..
-idea shared with but manifested verbally by Rhett