A recent diablog on Artsjournal.com centered on whether New York is the dance capital of the world. It raised as many questions as it answered, but it underscored what we jaded New Yorkers can take for grantedthe considerable wealth of all kinds of dance, from large companies to open class schools.
I could reach up and touch the razor burn on Luciana Achugars inner thigh. Eleanor Hullihans extended foot swept past my face, close enough for me to see a few unraveling strands of tape on one bandaged, dirty toe. Then she was gone, straddling me and hurtling backwards with startling speed.
Work from the Heart (and then some): Miguel Gutierrez and the Powerful Peoples Retrospective Exhibitionistby Kathryn Enright
Wearing a green hat, a blonde wig, red sneakers, and nothing else, Gutierrez walks onto the Dance Theater Workshop stage, places a mirror on the back wall, checks out his floppy musculature, and walks off, leaving us staring at a black wall and our own reflections.