Swirling forward, the performers push their bodies toward the audience with the momentum of a wind storm. What I see: Assertion. Aggression. Androgyny. The women that rule the atmosphere.
I see women in heels, their bodies impressively ripped, their fluidity rippling across their skin like water. Normal interactions re-cast as strange.
And once I’ve seen the cast half-naked, shifting through states of undress, my mind wanders back to the movement itself. Free to experience the sound, the light, of a body without wondering what is hidden.