On Stage: Pearlann Part III

November 18, 2014

 

Brent Lubbert and Bre Short Photo: Cassie K. Rusnak

Brent Lubbert and Bre Short Photo: Cassie K. Rusnak

How can you look back when you’re always looking forward? Maybe by linking the two in a fresh new way, which is exactly what Pearlann Porter did to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the The Pillow Project.

She led off the evening with improvisational performances, her current mode of dance transportation. Taylor Knight was in a zone of his own as resident DJ.

There was a detailed time line along the big wall, ladled with the presentational flair that Pearlann exudes, from her first review of Z-zzz to, well, The Tenth.

An overflow crowd turned out to see the impact of Pearlann’s decision to remain in Pittsburgh. It was readily apparent.

Anna Thompson Photo: Sam Sanlon

Anna Thompson Photo: Sam Sanlon

She chose five fragments to give us a hint of the past. There was a tasty trio to start.  Anna Thompson so fierce in 2084. Breanna Albright hugging the shadows in a solo from Til the Bitter Fucking End and that memorable table sequence from Striped, so sweaty raw with Alex Bright and Weylin Gomez.

We saw from just that trio how her dancers have evolved their bodies to flow like lava with veins of hyper-heated intensity.

Later came a duet from Concept Album, with Kaylin Horgan digging so deep, with Rebekah Kuczma hovering over her. (Has it been ten years since we first saw her in The Pillow Project…and she’s only 24?)

The fifth piece was a part of Paper Memories with Taylor recreating the role of the writer, something that came to define him, and Anna as his inspiration.

Taylor Knight. Photo: Cassie K. Rusnak

Taylor Knight. Photo: Cassie K. Rusnak

We saw these pieces in a new way, though. The dancers had taken Pearlann’s current jazz style and layered it over the fixed choreography, providing a connecting link between Year One and The Tenth Year…and The Future.

Thank you, Pearlann.


On Stage: Pearlann Part II

November 16, 2014

The Pillow project @ CP Paris 02/16/2013WHY PITTSBURGH? After the Attack Theatre show, Pearlann was talking with Evelyn Palleja-Vissicchio (of the gone, but much-lamented LABCO Dance) who said to her, “What is it you’re doing? What do you want to do?” No one had ever asked Pearlann that question before. She answered, “I think my goal is [that] I want to get in on a city where there isn’t a lot happening. I want to be, like, the first one in there. Somewhere that doesn’t have a scene, so that I can make my own scene. Where I can do something that is specific to the kind of work that I want. I don’t want to fit into something that’s already going on — I want to start something. Evelyn looked at her and remarked, “Hon, it’s here.” Pearlann had been feeling a little unsatisfied with Pittsburgh because “it wasn’t enough.” The connection was immediate. “I’ll just stay here.” Down the pike years later, she had the opportunity to move to Paris and work there. She felt like a couple of people would have followed her. The reasoning? “Why not?” She knew that she could have gained the same momentum there as she had in Pittsburgh because “the enthusiasm is pretty contagious.” But when faced with the decision, Pearlann concluded that “I loved Pittsburgh too much. Paris never felt as good as Pittsburgh did. It’s prettier, but Pittsburgh is where I made my home and Pittsburgh is where the jazz lived. Home is not something you find; it’s something you make. And…it’s here.”

THE BIRTH OF JAZZ (PORTER-STYLE). She doesn’t go to memory lane very often, but as Pearlann looked back at her work in preparation for the 10th anniversary event, she realized what she was trying to do the entire time. “I was trying to choreograph how I naturally moved without thinking about it, like how I just listen to the music. So I saw all these failed attempts at trying to capture that instinctual live musicality — the choreography — which was not working. I was not satisfied with how I was able to get that out and I never knew why. One moment in 2010, she found herself with a new group of dancers exuding “fresh, young, raw energy. They were excited about what I was doing — it was like a renewal. It was like a New Age. I felt it. And I had to try something different.” So they all went to her house where she taught them how to listen to music, hoping that would help. They began to move, all the while listening differently to the music. “It just clicked. Immediately, suddenly, it just happened. It was a different way of thinking about the dance.” Pearlann had improvised her whole life, but this was how she improvised. “It wasn’t that I was going to invent movement. It wasn’t that I was going to find things in my body. It wasn’t this exploration thing, this investigation thing that a lot of improvisation is. It wasn’t storytelling necessarily. It was thinking of yourself as a musician. Specifically, like, if you were in the band and if you were making music and you were changing the way I listened to the music depending on what you were doing. It just, all of a sudden, felt so right because it wasn’t body-based. It was ear-based — everyone was able to do it. Like anyone.” The ones who connected to it the most were “the ones who felt outcast and ostracized about the idea of dance, whether it was the girl in the back of the class that never was loved back by dance itself or never felt connected to the dance. Or that person in the audience who always wanted to dance, but ‘oh, no no no, I don’t dance. I can’t dance.’ Everyone was able to connect to it because everyone knows how to listen to music. If you take the emphasis off the body and you put it in your ear, then you don’t have to worry about what your body is doing. You just have to listen. Your body will just move as it does if you are given some ideas about motion. I feel that, by doing this, it builds off the idea that improvisation can be a tool, it can be free, but it’s not just putting dancers out there and saying ‘make up something’ or ‘just move as you move.’ It has unified us with this way of working together. We all have this common shared language which is a philosophy we’ve adapted to our lives as well as dance. It has this whole understanding and dictionary and lexicon that’s been associated with it now over the years. It keeps us connected — we can talk in this language. In the moment we’re totally free, but it’s directed. To a lot of people in Pittsburgh, improv can be a dirty word. Choreography has always been seen as more work, edited and whittled down to this fine sculpture. It seems that dancers put more effort into it, while improvisation has often been regarded as effort-less. You don’t have to think about it and plan it. You just make it up. That is not at all what we do. We take improvisation so seriously. We can talk for ages about how we did something, but we won’t be able to tell you what we did. But we’ll talk to you how we did it and we can tell you why we did it, but the what? We just turned it around — the what is just not as important. The movement that comes out is not as important as the intention and how we’re dividing it and how we’re coming about it and where our minds are and where our hearts are. People can take it seriously if you take it seriously. You can’t just make this up. You have to put just as much effort and time, not into the choreography of the steps, but into the philosophy of the work. (I hate to call it work, because it doesn’t feel like work.) You put a lot of time into it, even though, in the moment it feels like it’s happening for the first time.” Pearlann admitted that if the performers aren’t careful to adhere to that philosophy, the dance can lose its cohesiveness. And some people hear that she puts a show together in a week or a few days. “Yes, but we’ve been together every single night for a year understanding our movement. So when the time comes, we can talk about the idea and ‘poof!’ there we go. It’s just that there’s a lot behind that.”

WHAT’S NEXT? There will be more according to Pearlann. More of The Pillow Project, which is good news. But so much more, due to a plethora of ideas that she will change the name. But not that much. So to encompass all that she and her very important collaborators have to offer, it will heretofore be titled The Pillow Projects.

 

 


On Stage: Pearlann Part I

November 9, 2014

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Yes, it’s been 10 years since Pearlann Porter and The Pillow Project invaded the Pittsburgh dance scene. We’ve run the gamut of “P’s” — prolific, Pittsburgh, progressive, Point Park and more — since then in describing the journey that has been well-documented on CrossCurrents (just click on her “lustrous” name or Pillow Project) since 2008 and, prior to that, in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.

It all began at Attack Theatre’s studios in Garfield. Originally scheduled for two performances, an overflow crowd of 75 people patiently waited for a third to be added for them.

POINT PARK BEGINNING. As a New Jersey-ite who found her way to Point Park, the tiny fireplug of a dancer found that she wasn’t very “usable” for the choreographers. “I was in the lowest level classes. I never got cast in anything. I was sort of the bottom dregs of the dance department.” So she and her roommate would entertain themselves and break into the studios at night (which you can’t do anymore) and just dance and play around. One night Pearlann took her pillow (people told her she danced in her sleep) to the studio at around 2 a.m. and created “Zzzz.”” When everyone saw my piece, they rethought me. I was hooked.”

After that, “I just felt so alive choreographing. I got to do all the pieces I wanted to be in. My voice wasn’t muted anymore.” She  would dance with her cast up until a performance, when she would be in the audience watching it.

Pearlann choreographed like “a mad person for every little function, every little talent show, everything in the cafeteria, every studio performance.” For her finals, she took them “super-seriously” with props, lighting design. She had  costume changes for mid-terms. She went over-the-top all the time. It was all about being clever and funny and doing things that were novel.

Pearlann became a part-time faculty member. She would get together those students who weren’t being cast in anything and do impromptu performances in the studios. Pearlann had never done anything outside Point Park’s performing facility, The Pittsburgh Playhouse, but when the dance department decided to eliminate that opportunity for part-time faculty…

THE FIRST PERFORMANCE. Pearlann got an opportunity to do a night at Attack Theatre’s home in Garfield.  “I loved the look of my work being done in a crazy-ass space. It made me realize why can’t I just do this? Why can’t I just take my lights, find a location and just do this? I didn’t need a stage and a proscenium and wings and a lighting designer, a Marley floor and rehearsals in mirrored rooms. I could do something totally different and not be restricted by it.”

“I thought of all these ideas and made a little mixed variety show. At the time I used the students who had gone to my class and really liked what I was doing.” Pearlann had been told by students for years, “If you ever start a company, I’m in.” So she made some phone calls. A bunch of them came out for it, stayed in Pittsburgh for it, looked at Pittsburgh differently and wound up sticking around.

It changed the trajectory of local dance.

It was a whirlwind. “I never did seven pieces at one time. I really relied and trusted that the people working with me were in it. It was this conglomeration of people who would go to the ends of the earth to see something happen.” It wasn’t so much about the performance, but the process.

Hence The Pillow Project and not The Pearl Ann Porter Dance Company. “That’s what made it so fun — we didn’t know what we were doing.”

Literally.

So she was clothes-pinning gels to the lights from Home Depot and used a ton of extension cords. Attack Theatre’s Peter Kope came up to her and said, “Uh — what are you doing?” He and Michele de la Reza had given her a lot of leeway, but he noted that “you’ve got an extension cord situation.”

She had about 20 industrial-strength extension cords like spaghetti in the corner, running up the stairs, onto a ladder and into an electrical box. “It looked like madness.”

“I remember that we had one shot at getting it right.” She flipped the switch and “nothing turned on. And the things that were turning on were the things that weren’t supposed to be turning on.” She had a moment of “I don’t know what we’re going to do — the pieces are all going to be in the dark!”

Exhausted, she stepped outside. “What are you going to do? None of this works. The audience is coming in an hour and none of this works.”

Ten minutes later, one of the dancers ran out onto Penn Avenue and said, “We figured it all out. It’s going to be fine everything’s great!”

“To this day, I don’t know what they did, but they all made it happen. Once that happened, I thought, Well, then anything is possible. This is part of it — just improvising and learning and figuring it out as you go and having no blueprint and just trusting that everyone will make it all happen somehow.”

THE VISION. Pearlann and some friends, including Ryan Hose and DJ Sorta set up shop in her living room with a bunch of mismatched furniture (which served as the prototype for her current performing place, The Space Upstairs). DJ set up his table and Pearlann would dance and Ryan would be sketching. “That’s what we lived in without thinking about it.”

They walked the walk — they simply lived artistically. “When you have the backing of people that you love and they love you back…and you all believe in the vision, you can go as big as you want. Size becomes irrelevant.” So, armed with a collective passion the size of Mt. Washington, she hit the ground running at the ginormous Hunt Armory and most recently took over the Carrie Furnace.

“I call it artistic Tourettes. It wasn’t that we were a bunch of people making big shows. We felt big and our hearts were big and our enthusiasm was big. So the show had to contain that.”


On Stage: Breaking Free

November 4, 2014

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I never forgot the image of Moroccan runner Nawal El Moutawakel, who won a gold medal in the 400 meter hurdles during the1984 Olympics in Los Angeles. I remember my admiration as she ran in a traditional track uniform — tank top and shorts — and knowing that she was breaking multiple barriers for Muslim women with her performance.

By the 2012 Olympics in London, every Muslim country was represented by at least one woman athlete, although Afghanistan sprinter Tahmina Kohstani elected to run in a hijab and long clothing.

There is still a long way to go on the international stage.

We got a fierce morsel of their struggle as Moroccan choreographer Hind Benali danced in the intimate confines of The Alloy space courtesy of the Kelly Strayhorn Theater,

The result was a fully-formed and informed woman, representing the best that her country and, moreover, what she, had to offer.

Her group was officially named Hind Benali/Fleur D’Orange; the piece, created especially for her American tour, titled Identity, would combine traditional and contemporary dance.

It’s not often that we see crossover companies like this. Most memorable, via the Pittsburgh Dance Council, was India’s Nrityagram in 2002, which was primarily rooted in Odissi dance, but bravely ventured into the modern idiom and, in 2013, New Zealand’s Black Grace with its seamless blending of old and new.

In a way, this was more dangerous.

Hind brought composer Mochine Imrharn and hip hop dancer/flutist Soufiane Karim with her. Together they had a soulful opening, immediately reminding one of a deep history and windswept sands. Mochine‘s score was particularly evocative, giving Hind a supple platform for her dance, filled, as it was, with so much, including melismatic singing and cave-like drips.

The petite dancer was crouched to begin her journey, She stood up, almost encased in a lavish traditional costume,her hands scooping up and thudding against her chest. She tucked the skirt into her waistband and began quivering.

It was locked into  her tradition. But her distress became more apparent as she took off the skirt and embraced it. Soufiane provided an interlude with some hip hop, a contrast to be sure and a trend, but not particularly connected. Later though, she would use him as a foil for her emotion.

When Hind emerged again, she was crawling, like an animal wild and free. Yet she never lost sight of ritualistic elements and eventually revealed a black leotard, allowing us to see a rather lovely modern technique. At times she seemed to be shedding layers of tradition. Other times she tried to embrace her conflicting role in life and her feelings often burst through with uncommon force.

Occasionally that made Identity seem conflicted. Yet, at its heart it was truly symbolic of women in the Muslim world, who are gradually and collectively building toward their own brand of freedom. I also applaud the men in Identity, so versatile that the production seemed larger than three artists, and so important for their support and interaction.

So it was personal. It was political. Best of all, it was art.


On Stage: The Breeze

October 27, 2014

POINTBREEZEWAYThere were some interesting pairings at PointBreezeway (yes, in Point Breeze and worth a trip) circulating around the autumnal equinox. September produced Jasmine Hearn and Continuum Dance Theater.

Continuum’s Sarah Parker chose an informal format with a couple of solos from her latest piece, EMPIRE (click on Pittsburgh Post-Gazette for the review), performed by a determined Heather Jacobs, with Lamar Williams both generous and passionate. Sarah then invited the intimate audience into the creative process where they offered words, like “salty,” “saucy,” “loopy” and “sunny,” whereupon the performers incorporated them into an improvisation. It was a concept that tried too hard, which lessened its impact.

Jasmine brought Anna Thompson and a world premiere, favoring consent. I came upon them as a pair of glam chicks, so uncommonly tall in their high, high heels. Then they changed costumes, vaguely alluring and virtually topless with duct tape pasties. The goal was to “give consent to our pleasure.” And they did, in a funny, smart, always surprising way. Jasmine may be the most thought-provoking choreographer on the Pittsburgh scene and Anna is truly finding her own voice, not only dance-wise, but vocally. These were private dancers, yet so inviting.

They did sing later: “Honey come home.” “I’ll clean out the fridge.” “You’re a good girl — you know it.” So did we…


On Stage: Attack-ing 20

October 7, 2014

Attack There tarp

Attack Theatre has reached yet another milestone in dance annals — the 20th anniversary — an accomplishment for any company. They had a tongue-in-cheek approach and called it Are You Still There? Well, yes they are — at the Pittsburgh Coliseum. Check it out in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.

Attack There ShadowsAttack There Brittanie


On Stage: American Dance Festival!

July 6, 2010

Photo by Michael Slobodian

I braved the 100 degree heat of the Deep South to visit Durham, North Carolina and the American Dance Festival, where dance passions ran just as hot. Although I saw RUBBERBANDance (above) and Dendy Dancetheater (below), there is still more to be seen through July 24. Read about it in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.

Photo by Sara D. Davis


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