An old woman strings up red lights from her balcony and gestures to student protesters to raise the volume. Kids paint red squares on the windows of their schools, their teachers waving from behind as thousands march by.
If Bill T. Jones has been haunted, in mind, gesture, and artistic output since the death of his partner/collaborator Arnie Zane in 1988, it is a specter that has proven contrarily useful.
Pedestrian movement first flared on the radar in the 1960s in the dances of Judson Dance Theater.
It’s not the parts, but the whole. All wholes are made of parts, and any parts, put together in certain ways, can make certain wholes make certain meanings.
Now, as mythology and nostalgia swell in the wake of Cunninghams life and achievement, the movement matters more than ever. If Lincoln Centers mid-July presentation Merce Fair was more Wal-Mart than high art, the day nevertheless provided a real opportunity to see the company at work and the ideas in action.
To talk about landscape is to talk about desirefor the horizon, ever out of reach, and for more immediate surroundings, out of focus in their sheer proximity.
Artist, movement innovator, and Judson Dance Theater alum Trisha Brown is still hot, still fluid, and busier than ever before.