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Sydney Dance Company // Frame of Mind

by Elisa Parry Attending any Sydney Dance Company performance is always a humbling experience, and the opening night of Frame of Mind was no exception. The evening began with the Australian premiere of William Forsythe’s Quintett, followed by the world premiere of Rafael Bonachela’s Frame of Mind. Although Quintett has no narrative, it tells a powerful story. As its name would suggest, five dancers perform the piece, though at times it seems there must be more people on stage. Limbs flail and rage against the confines of the human frame, as if each dancer is trying to escape from each other and themselves. There is an animalistic element to William Forsythe’s choreography, interwoven with glimpses of playfulness and tenderness. Forsythe created the piece as a “love letter” to his wife who was dying of cancer. Through this lens the frustration and futility find resonance, as the dancers twist and contort, pushing the body beyond its limits. Quintett is an incredibly emotive and moving piece that leaves you almost winded from just watching. There is barely …

Pittwater YHA, the ultimate weekend getaway

by Elisa Parry Sarah is rarely serious. She is one of the most effervescent people I know, you can almost hear her laughter bubbling beneath each word before it spills out at the end of a sentence. But right now she lowers her voice and lays a hand on my arm as we walk. “You should always take a torch into the bush with you.” My iPhone illuminates our feet chasing the small arc of light into the night. “The other night, it was a full moon so I thought I wouldn’t bother. Then right there in front of me on the path was a Death Adder!” I keep my eyes on the ground, regretting my choice of thongs. I shine the light a little further up ahead. Death Adders are suddenly transformed into branches, shadows, piles of leaves. There are only six of us marching down from the Hostel, but in the quiet of the night we sound like an army. “It’s time to turn off the torch now.” I reluctantly flick the switch. …

Sydney Dance Company // Louder Than Words

by Elisa Parry If I couldn’t see every vertebrae of her back I would wonder if she was real, if she had weight, if she wasn’t just muscle and water – something fluid that spilt across the stage. Beneath the low hanging globes that arch cathedral-like from the ceiling, two women dressed in wine-red shifts collide with an almost violence. The music pulses an intermittent techno beat. They run fast frantic circles, only to come together again in anger, desperation, lust.