Nick Power: Between Tiny Cities រវាងទីក្រុងតូច. 25.08.2018. Tanz im August, Sophiensaele, Berlin.
A crane, a dragon, two lovers, one body, a friendship, a battle, headspins, freeezing. Two dancers trace the circle, inviting and daring each other—a piece sliced into sections of imitation, coaxing, commraderie, contest, and cohesion—their legs splitting and unfolding in the air like origami folded and unfolded in real time. The sweat drips / their bodies tremble, shake, groove, flip / I feel my heart swell at all this joy, all of this release, which feels so right and yet so rare / two wrists arced just ever so differently bearing the tale of traditions, cultures, histories of dance, histories of the body, histories of the world. What I do not understand is the shield of crossed arms and static bodies that encircle them, this audience which assumes its own right to consume, absorbing and blocking energy instead of reflecting and returning the life force which these two performers give in such abundance. But the children are still unformed, unmanageable, malleable, and they laugh and pulse and grow serious, the lines of life and friendship and battle etched in their responding bodies as in the figures on stage.