Wednesday evening was rather a coup for Dance Diary – not only and evening with renowned company Candoco, but a world premiere to boot.
I had not previously seen Candoco’s work – through circumstance or maybe happenstance – though of course was well aware of the company, which integrates disabled and non-disabled dancers. I was interested to see a range of their recent work on Wednesday at the Michaelis Theatre.
The first piece was the world premiere of Lea Anderson’s Miniatures. Inspired by the traditional miniature portraiture of the 16th century, the piece muses on the process of painting these tiny mementoes and keepsakes, on the ritual of sitting to be painted, and, I guess, on the muses who appear in the paintings. The stage is set with a camera pointed towards a blue screen upstage left, with what will become a live-feed projected onto a narrower screen, downstage right. Annie Hanauer shuffles geisha-like onto the stage, bound up in a floor-length, skin-tight dress, which covers her down to her ankles and wrists. She wears fringed, sequinned, platform shoes, and on the right shoe, a looped wire with a pom-pom at the end dances about her feet – I imagine like a Regency lap dog, fawning over its mistress. A mauve lame ruff and wild, high-hairlined wild orange wig evoke an Elizabethan visage. (Of course, of the first Elizabethan age.)
The piece is a work of great detail and refinement. It unfolds as a series of tableaux which play out to what I would describe as a sort of modernised chamber music. Each begins in stillness, and Hanauer moves through a series of very considered poses, in turn highlighting her face, or her arms and hands, drawing attention to different parts of her body, in the way that women have been depicted through history – she of the beauteous waist, the immaculate cheekbones, the graceful neck. The beauty of the piece is really in that live feed – zoomed in to frame the face, we become privy to the incredibly detailed performance. Every movement is beautifully captured, and heightens the sense of the miniature – the minutiae of the movement. Each lift of the eyebrow, tilt of the head, spread of just a hint of a smile is captured and amplified to great effect. However, as Hanauer shuffled off stage, with her tiny handbag, and bumbling pom-pom I couldn’t help longing for some sort of bigger shift, a change, or perhaps a sense of more evolution. Though if the piece is about minutiae, Anderson certainly succeeds in testing her audiences’ capacity to find the beautiful in the small, as well as interest in stillness.
The second piece of the evening, Javier De Frutos Two For C, takes its inspiration from Tennessee Williams’ Camino Real. Set in a dark, hazy world, part living room and part boxing ring, two men (in Mexican wrestling masks) play out their troubled relationship, in which every move is a power play. Performers Kostas Papamatthaiakis and Rick Rodgers form a little-and-large dynamic, with their body types heightening a sense of struggle. The action moves between confined, distilled movement on and around a single chair and bursts of explosive bursts out into the space, which is delineated by a square of red carpet. Their suits are emblazoned with words – I imagine from the playtext? – and the masks, along with the Ranchera music, create a disquieting sense of unreality. And whilst the masks ‘suggest deeper, darker forces at work’, I think the oddness of the set up and sound, but more importantly the struggle inherent in the movement material, would have been enough to convey this, allowing us to pick up on even more nuance in the performance by allowing us access to the performers’ faces. The piece builds to a crescendo of chair-swapping (or perhaps better chair-controlling) frenzy, until there is no option but for the victor to control the space and the loser to leave the ring.
After a brief pause, we took in In Translation by Israeli choreographer Emanuel Gat. Somehow quietly beautiful in contrast to the explosive and humourous first half, In Translation is a sinuous unfurling of movement and momentum, a single stretch of dance which moves, shifts and evolves a little like the wax in a lava lamp. It flows and erupts in solos, duets and trios, seamlessly. Less earth-bound than what we have come to expect from what I refer to as the ‘Israeli aesthetic (propogated by Schecter, Verdimon et al.), it is a gentle piece which truly showcases Candoco’s ethos of integration of many different types of body, and highlights what Candoco stands for, to me; that every body may look different, have a different level of ability, but that in movement, each unique body is beautiful.