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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. …

Chuck Close Exhibition, MCA Sydney

by Christina Sunario I recently spent a relaxing Sunday at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Sydney, enjoying the much discussed Chuck Close exhibition. For a bit of background- Chuck Close is an artist from the states, he grew up in Seattle and he is now based in New York. He is well known for the portraits he produces, as well as his signature, unconventional and intricate technique. His portraits are of his family and friends (predominantly artists). As I strolled around the exhibit I couldn’t help but agree with common opinion, that his works are fascinating, that he is indeed a genius! I was also amazed to discover that he actually suffered from Prosopagnosia, a condition where you are not able to memorise facial distinction and therefore find it difficult to remember people’s faces (also known as face blindness).

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.

You Never Forget Your First [Music Festival]: Yours & Owls, an after-thought.

by Kelsey Oke It’s in the after math, the moments post-encore: the party people lingering the streets, lazily, peacefully— skin still humming with artistic satisfaction. Aside from one rowdy car driving down the midnight street, it is just quiet. Quiet appreciation for the night that brought us here. Even the small crowds gathered on lawns and motel terraces share only soft mumbles, speaking privately to one another, intimate in the lull of night. And I am lingering lazily myself, drifting through this night like the warm early summer midnight breeze. It’s in the calm that has settled over this town, an after-effect blanket, warm in consensus that the show tonight was just right. Nothing to be upstaged or dragged carelessly through the streets. It was enough. It was fantastic.