Dance festivals in New York are odd ducks. I like them because I can go for one evening and see loads of choreographers and get a feel for what’s happening in the contemporary dance scene. I dislike them because they often feel too disparate, and the viewing experience isn’t all that satisfying as your attention resets every ten minutes.
Still, I admire White Wave’s Wave Rising Series (running until tomorrow, Sunday, November 9 for a full three weeks of performances) for their diverse programming. Festivals are, perhaps more than anything else, a service to artists, an opportunity for (mostly) emerging choreographers to show their work and reach a broader audience through the split-bill format. White Wave, with their four weeks featuring twenty choreographers and companies, does this to the extreme.
This past Sunday, I ventured on a brutally windy night to DUMBO’s John Ryan Theater , a beautiful wood-floor-and-ceiling space so see Program C of the Wave Rising Series featuring the Joffrey Ballet Concert Group, Sum Bones Co, and Azul Dance Theater/Yuki Hasegawa (the Joffrey Group apparently replaced Pony Box Dance Theatre for all three of the Program C performances). To say it was diverse is a vast understatement, as the work basically came from three different planets.
As much as I was thrown off by the entrance of a group of young teenage ballerina(o)s, I actually enjoyed the Joffrey Ballet Concert Group’s performance more than I expected. Granted, this might have had more to do with the fact that I was reliving my glory days as a former bunhead, and less to do with the troupe’s dancing. Nevertheless, their performance quality was decent (despite the awkwardness of seeing classical ballet performed five feet away) and Gerald Arpino’s choreography kept me entertained. The male-female duets had more oomph than the trio or male duet, and the beginning and ending had some rather random can-can-like kicks, but the solid execution and the opportunity to see ballet in a small venue amongst contemporary dance made the piece an overall success, in my book.
Next up, almost immediately, was Sum Bones Co presenting little u choreographed by Tyler D. Patterson. Full disclosure, I’m acquainted with Tyler, as one of my coworkers is the co-director of Sum Bones with him. Also, of the four dancers, Julia Alix Smith-Eppsteiner, Rachel Slaughter, Shannon Nash Spicer, and Derek Dimartini, I’m acquainted with Shannon and know Julia and Derek as friends. With that said, I had never seen Sum Bones perform before and knew little of what to expect. What I saw was four creatures interacting in their underwear, performing idiosyncratic, often seemingly improvised movement to create a sort of cartoon-like hipster aesthetic. There seemed to be an internal logic guiding the interactions, but I found it difficult to follow along, especially since they rarely touched or looked at one another. Still, their contorted bodies, Patterson’s unexpected transitions, and the otherworldly musical interludes kept me questioning, which is what art should do.
Ending the evening, after a brief intermission, was Yuki Hasegawa’s Azul Dance Theatre presenting Night Rainbow, performed by ten male and female dancers with music by Scuba. This piece was “dancey,” full of kicks and leaps and rolls on the floor, with bodies moving in and out to create shapes that appeared and just as soon vanished. The music had a sort of false intensity that I saw reflected in the dancers’ piercing gazes; it felt overdone to me, like an action film when you don’t actually believe the world is going to end. While the physical feats were often impressive, and there were moments of innovative partnering, the piece seemed to flow into itself with too few moments of stillness or choreographic drama. A final section saw a costume change from red and purple with black lace tops into females wearing all-white and carrying clear plastic sheets. Soon came a blue bouncy ball, which the dancers stared at, as they formed a writhing clump on the ground. This, in my view, had almost no relation to the past ten minutes of the dance, so I was confounded as to any implied meaning. Here, physical form and feat came before substance.
I left the John Ryan Theater back into the blustery night, ready to get my footing again after what felt like a journey through outer space (and not always a smooth one). Sometimes, it feels like the amount of dance in this city is actually a galaxy’s worth. Better get my spaceship ready.