{"id":9577,"date":"2022-02-26T13:31:59","date_gmt":"2022-02-26T18:31:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/danceparade.org\/?p=9577"},"modified":"2023-03-03T13:39:55","modified_gmt":"2023-03-03T18:39:55","slug":"engaging-the-audience-kinetic-light-and-dean-moss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/danceparade.org\/zh\/engaging-the-audience-kinetic-light-and-dean-moss\/","title":{"rendered":"Engaging the Audience: Kinetic Light and Dean Moss model approaches"},"content":{"rendered":"

how do you welcome your audience?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cThe actors never said hello to the audience,\u201d theater director Anne Bogart quoted colleague Leon Ingulsrud as having complained in assessing a recent theater experience in the \u201cExit Interview\u201d she gave the New York Times<\/em><\/a> that appeared in November. \u201cI thought that was really interesting\u201d she continued. \u201cThe acknowledgment of that relationship, or how an audience interfaces, is the prize, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n

Two productions a week apart, each chosen as prospective outings for Dancing Matters (DM<\/a>), illustrated ways in which some dance and movement artists have been developing their own approaches to the public they have been welcoming back as dancing continues to crawl out of the live performance drought that descended under the blanket of the pandemic.<\/p>\n

To be sure, restrictions and preventative measures remain in force: both the Clark Studio Theater at Lincoln Center, in presenting Kinetic Light\u2019s Under Momentum<\/em>, and Danspace Project at St. Marks Church in presenting Dean Moss\u2019 Your marks and surface<\/em>, each required masking among all patrons and non-performing staff throughout one\u2019s presence in the theater and lobby. If this represents a \u201cnew normal\u201d of indefinite duration that somewhat mutes interaction, could what these artists have developed in engaging their audiences push back in intriguing and hopeful directions?<\/p>\n

Under Momentum<\/em> with Kinetic Light
\nClark Studio Theater, 7th Floor of the Rose Building, Lincoln Center, February 24 <\/strong><\/p>\n

My introduction to the world as designed by Kinetic Light (KL) took place in August during the NYC premiere run of Wired<\/em> at The Shed when I happened to attend the only performance delayed for 45 minutes by technical difficulties. You\u2019ll be flying wheelchairs and you\u2019ve encountered technical difficulties?<\/p>\n

Members of the audience had grown restive during the wait in the lobby but the verbal welcome curtain speech by a member of the KL team accompanied by two American Sign Language (ASL) interpreters proved disarming in both its warmth, beginning with a brief but genuine apology for the delay, and its breadth. It might as well serve as a model for the prize that Ingulsrud and Bogart seek.<\/p>\n

The equivalent introduction at the Clark Studio Theater for Under Momentum<\/em> may not have included an access enumeration of the seven (7!) channels of Audimance (app) audio description<\/a> that KL and The Shed had made available for Wired<\/em>, but the (large print) program, available for the asking, listed it along with other accommodations. Nor did the pair of onstage curtain speech hosts alongside their ASL counterpart, Daniel Israilov from SignNexus, face a testy crowd. Having walked through the sun drenched 7th floor lobby of the Clark, where another pair of friendly greeters checked you in, reinforced the masking protocols, and offered to answer any questions, one arrived in the Studio Theater to an audience ambience of relaxed comfort and friendly banter that represented a waking dream of thoughtful inclusiveness.<\/p>\n

The two sold-out Kinetic Light shows that I have attended have both featured live captioning, tactile exhibits, sensory \u201cstim\u201d materials, expanded accessible seating and a quiet or safe \u201cChill Out\u201d space with facilitated exit and re-entry available to audience members at any time throughout the performance. More in evidence for Under Momentum<\/em> than at Wired<\/em>: haptic soundtrack interpretation and the continuous presence of Israilov who became in effect a third performer opposite Alice Sheppard and Laurel Lawson, the featured duo and co-choreographers whose passages on top of, over, across and around the inventively protean deployments and configurations of Sara Hendren\u2019s modular ramp designs underpins the impetus for the work. Israilov\u2019s physicalization of the musical score at the audience left corner just offstage of the playing area closest to us added its own level of interest to the remarkable musical score.<\/p>\n

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Laurel Lawson lays across Alice Sheppard’s lap as she pushes Alice’s left wheel rim with both hands. They wear shimmery costumes in autumnal tones as they spin in their wheelchairs. Photo by Filip Wolak \/ Whitney Museum of American Art.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n


\n<\/i>Under Momentum<\/em> struck me as the most concentrated and focused introduction to the work of the dancer\/choreographers and the KL Ensemble that I might imagine. I rued the fact that the Dancing Matters group proved too early in its evolution to organize quickly enough to snag tickets before the show sold out. The piece provided a clinic in contemporary dance creation and performance at the highest level. Standing in the exit aisle at the right side of the audience, having been encouraged like everyone else to stand, sit or move around by the introductory hosts, I found myself able to maneuver consistently in such a way as to intently study every move and transition on the stage while keeping Israilov\u2019s dance-like ASL interpretation of the musical score easily in view.<\/p>\n

This simple accommodation freed the experience from a one-way presentation vibe and enabled a more interactive approach sans the stifling and in many cases unnecessary and even counterproductive regimens of most Western theatrical events. Its liberating and humanizing effect allowed a girlchild of perhaps five to seven years old to lie on the floor in a gap among the wheel and power chairs in a taped off area at the very front of the audience surrounded by coloring books that she never made use of in my observation, so fascinating did she find the goings on in front of her that, chin propped on her hands over bent elbows, she could almost have reached out to touch.<\/p>\n

Lawson and Sheppard began the piece without their wheelchairs in a slowly unfolding and developing adagio duet atop one or two of the longest ramp elements turned on their side. They followed this section with a suite of other sections mostly involving dancing in and out of wheelchairs punctuated intermittently with blue tinted half-light reconfigurations of the set by a crew of stagehands.
\nThe subtly shifting and affective lighting design by ensemble member Michael Maag came to the fore in these transitions, supporting mostly in silence\/ambient sound an air of unfolding mystery that served as counterpoint to the excellent recorded score drawn from multiple composers and supplemented with a haptic experience design by Lawson and realized with the help of David Bobier and Jim Ruxton ofVibraFusion labs.<\/p>\n

Over the course of the work\u2019s 80-minute duration with intermission, I felt an increasing excitement as if Lawson and Sheppard had enabled me to re-live and reinterpret my own earliest, though later in life than most dancers, training in modern dance technique and composition. Here I found myself re experiencing side falls and lateral stretches, theme and variations and even balletic set pieces that I have been witnessing ever since I got into performative dancing and dance making.<\/p>\n

Sequential solos for Sheppard and then Lawson featured some of the most amazing innovations and reimaginings I\u2019ve seen performed in wheelchairs; extraordinary feats of invention and physical power. At one point in her solo Sheppard executes a series of side rolls on the floor in her wheelchair tracing a circle around the center of the stage: a terrestrial reinvention of the ring of airborne barrel turns so commonly performed in the male principal dancer and soloist variations of ballet.<\/p>\n

Laurel Lawson lays across Alice Sheppard’s lap as she pushes Alice’s left wheel rim with both hands. They wear shimmery costumes in autumnal tones as they spin in their wheelchairs. Photo by Filip Wolak \/ Whitney Museum of American Art.
\nEvery traditional dance iteration transforms itself in the bodies and minds of these two and their collaborators. This complements inventions and passages, such as what I will call the Sisyphean mirror duet, made possible only by utilizing the chairs and ramps.
\nCompositionally, the works\u2019 structural rhythm, variation and even the pauses for set redeployment along with the sound score all add to more than the sum of the parts. The subtle and supple development of the onstage relationship between Lawson and Sheppard as both individuals and partners created an understated layer of dramatic intrigue. Oh, how I wish the Dancing Matters group could have experienced and discussed all this with me.<\/p>\n

Dean Moss\u2019 Your marks and surface <\/em><\/strong>
\nDancespace Project, St. Marks Church in the Bowery, February 24, 2023<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Dean Moss, a black man wearing blue jeans and a lighter blue chambray shirt, leans to his left to counterbalance a bundle of white cotton sailcloth with a dark grey reinforcing hem enbedded with grommets threaded with black tie lines all bound up by thicker beige ropes as he swings the bundle away from himself in his right hand. Behind him loom the sacristy steps of St. Marks Church atop which sits a large portrait of a seated Moss dressed in the same clothes painted by Angela Dufresne . Photo from Moss\u2019 \u201cYour marks and surface,\u201d Danspace Project, 2023. Photo by Ian Douglas.<\/em><\/p>\n

The doors to the nave at St. Marks opened as usual before a Danspace performance and the knot of audience that had formed in the vestibule began to shuffle in. On the right side toward the midst of the main space beyond them, I glimpsed a trim middle-aged black man barefoot in work clothes \u2013 a pair of blue jeans with folded up cuffs at the ankles topped by a blue chambray shirt, long sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He dragged over his left shoulder and behind him a large sack of gathered cotton sail cloth complete with grommets threaded through with both black cotton tie line and fraying loose ended jute, hemp or sisal halyards of the type traditionally used for jib and main sheets on large sailboats. The lumpy cargo enclosed within this sailcloth appeared to be almost as tall as the adult human hauling it and at least twice as wide. The effort and energy required looked to be considerable from the way his body leaned forward and his legs struggled to move its weight across the polished wooden floor.<\/p>\n

This became for me only the first of what dance writer Siobhan Burke in her excellent New York Times review<\/a> recalled as \u201cSo many potent images <that> linger in the aftermath of Dean Moss\u2019s\u201d largely solo work Your marks and surface<\/em>. In the lively nine-person Dancing Matters discussion that followed the show, over cocktails and compote, borscht, pierogis, and other delicacies at the nearby Ukrainian East Village Restaurant inside the Ukrainian National Home, the idea of images that linger and that help frame and reframe the affect of a movement work came into play.
\nThe initial reaction of most members of the group to this affect ranged from dismissive to puzzled with a side of irritation. In the course of an honest hour-long back and forth, however, evidence of a relatively intense level of engagement among members of a dance audience, albeit negative at the outset, seemed to emerge. Palpable pain as well as the indelibility of the images seemed to bracket the debate.<\/p>\n

Full disclosure: I worked with Moss for 2 \u00bd years as part of his six-person onstage ensemble for Nameless forest<\/em> over a decade ago. In the course of that experience, I read a description of him as a \u201cslippery\u201d cross discipline artist. He can certainly be challenging in a way that I find leans to the good. I remember his fellow multi-discipline artist Ralph Lemon, invited to an in-process iteration of that work, challenging friend and colleague Moss concerning Nameless forest<\/em>, still without its defining finale sequence. It remained, in Lemon’s view, \u201cnot transgressive enough\u201d in the way that he had come to expect from a Moss opus.<\/p>\n

Part of the edginess of a Moss work over the last 20 years or so has involved the ingenious and constantly evolving way he has involved the audience within the corpus of the work itself. Burke notes this within her review by quoting theater artist Young Jean Lee\u2019s characterization of her sometime collaborator Moss as \u201cthe expert in that field.\u201d<\/a> When Kinetic Light proved a ticketing bridge too far for Dancing Matters, I warily suggested Your marks and surface<\/em> as a replacement, carefully noting Danspace\u2019s caveats that the piece \u201ccontains mature content\u201d and that voluntary \u201caudience participation <might be> included.\u201d I told anyone who asked that I had no idea what to expect.<\/p>\n

In retrospect, although I wish we could have seen KL as a cohort and discussed Under Momentum<\/em> in the relatively posh and conducive confines of the remade lobby of David Geffen Hall, I have no regrets about the way things worked out and where we ended up digesting. I feel rather pleased instead to have provided an introduction to the work of a prickly old friend to people I have mostly met lately. As an auspicious bonus, on a pre-show visit to the restaurant I had discovered that a milonga would be in progress through two pairs of open double doors in an adjacent space down a few steps from the Ukrainian dining room and, in true DanceFest<\/a> fashion, social dancing would accompany our late dinner and discussion.<\/p>\n

It came to pass that I alone among our group became an audience participant in Your marks and surface<\/em>. I had already claimed what I considered the prime \u201cescape and audience observation\u201d perch in the end seat of the top row at the southwestern (narrow) end of the risers facing into the nave, having discovered that most of the audience would be arrayed along the long east southeastern wall approximately 45 feet to my right. Already enjoying the relative freedom of movement that this \u201cescape seat\u201d would afford me, I had begun to roam, greeting other performers and friends from Dean\u2019s previous works, second and third cousins from his extended artistic family network.<\/p>\n

I had noted that some of these cousins had been receiving a Moss escort around the now abandoned bundle resting almost directly in front of my seat near the southwest corner of the nave. I felt safe, however, from his attention until, while chatting with David Hamilton Thompson, I felt his hand on my shoulder inviting me into sojourn. This tour progressed as completely natural up to a point. We began chatting and laughing as old friends and Dean\u2019s manner and interaction remained friendly and forgiving throughout except when his hand around my shoulder or waist gently but firmly reminded me to keep walking or seemed to tilt me slightly off balance on my feet.<\/p>\n

This admonished me that Moss may prefer to keep almost everyone, audience and performers alike, just a little on edge. More than once during the making, run and touring of Nameless forest<\/em> I had remarked that part of the challenge of preparing that work involved letting a good deal of what I had absorbed through my professional dance training fall away temporarily to keep everything as alive as possible within the relatively strict structural limitations of the set and Dean\u2019s choreographic designs. It seemed that whenever a sequence began to approach something people might begin to recognize as \u201cdance\u201d Dean would twist or break its form to keep everyone alert and creatively uncomfortable.<\/p>\n

This ethic extended to envelop not only we six performing among the fresh dozen or so folks at each performance whom we had seduced, cajoled, beguiled or otherwise convinced, to join us onstage and take part in they knew not what and about which we could only make a practiced and educated guess that we could not reliably share with them. These recruitments took place during the audience takes its seats interim corresponding to that of the Your marks and surface\u2019s<\/em> walkabouts. Like Moss in the latter piece, we would already be found onstage as the ticket holders entered the theater proper.<\/p>\n

Upon my release from our walk and return to my seat, I came to believe that this might be the most intimate and effective way of greeting and welcoming old and new friends and colleagues at the top of a show that I had ever seen or experienced. The once-around-the-stage stroll had a way of taking into the creator\u2019s confidence some of us who had become familiar with Moss\u2019 process and proclivities, as well as others who perhaps might not. Unlike the house opening sequence of the Broadway show Once<\/em>, which allowed the paying customers to climb onto the stage boards and order a pint from the working taps of the pub built as the stage set prior to the cell phone announcement and the dimming of the house lights, the auteur\/performer and not the patron determined the protocol here. (I never noticed whether a ramp or other accommodation had been offered in the Once<\/em> gambit, while here the single level from the vestibule to nave would obviate such a consideration.)<\/p>\n

Siobhan Burke has more than adequately described a great deal of the rest of the proceedings and I prefer to leave any outstanding observations and other resonant thoughts to other members of the Dancing Matters cohort in the comments below. I invite and welcome your input with a couple of parting notes:<\/p>\n

Our post performance discussion reinforced for me how much the perception and processing of any challenging aesthetic depends on one\u2019s perspective and often preconception. \u201cDo you consider this dance?\u201d has become an oft repeated and not unwelcome question since the heady days of the Judson Dance Theatre and, I might speculate, perhaps for eons before then. For Your marks and surface this implicated quite literally my choice of seating.<\/p>\n

Shooed back into my chair by the stern and watchful house manager, I found myself still situated ideally to be able to watch both the action and most of the audience for the duration of the proceedings. But from the unwrapping of the original bundle to reveal a sculptural serpentine pyramid shaped mound within, a mound that would much later itself be unwound to reveal a softly writhing red orange shag bag with a body inside, I did not, from my angle, perceive the bare foot sticking out from the mound in the direction of the bulk of the crowd and plainly visible to most of the rest of my DM companions. This allowed me to fantasize about the contents of the bag that appeared revealed under the chair that served as the armature for the mound-pyramid long enough to wonder, when first seeing it move, whether it might be a collection of Roomba tribble-like balls in spite of my awareness of the credited inclusion of the dancer Sawami Fukuoka as a performer in the piece far in advance of the show. I had even seen some of Moss\u2019 posted video work with her<\/a> leading up to this piece. Fool me twice, shame on me.<\/p>\n

In a related exercise in perception, I took notes across the duration of the event of the kind that I have not taken since giving up my four year stint as a mostly summertime dance critic for a daily newspaper. I deployed this tool in preparation for the post-partum discussion that follows as a feature of every Dancing Matters adventure, still stung by the humiliating experience of trying to recollect from memory for an academic paper the sequence of Moss\u2019 johnbrown<\/em> (2014), his successor project to Nameless forest<\/em>, and failing miserably in the attempt. Having learned from my newspaper days that I could barely if at all read any of the scribbles that I made in the dark or half-light while continuing to take in a dance work, I have pared down my notations to those of time by the clock and a word or three as memory aid to recall a precise progression.<\/p>\n

This turned out to be superfluous for the most part in recalling the present piece whose striking images and (Ravel\u2019s) Bolero<\/em>-like sequencing remain so vivid at this writing. Yet the timings reveal such an intricate temporal structure as to rival those of theater director and sometimes choreographer Robert Wilson in their rigor and clarity. Here the potent images and sounds that Burke references in her review, spare as she says, yet pregnant with a raw resonance that Wilson\u2019s striking, stylized, polished and highly technically produced spectacles often lack for me do indeed linger.<\/p>\n

My Dancing Matters colleagues confirmed later that they too, as audience, consistently had time to collect impressions, process, and allow associations, images and experiences from their own lives to rise up within them even as the pace of Moss\u2019 looping variations increased in physical force and seeming sense of impatience. I will share a few that persist for me and the context in which I conjured their resonance in a personal way:<\/p>\n