October 26, 2008
Lines Ballet at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts
Tracings of light on a screen, which is gray like an overcast sky but golden as if shielding sunlight. The light is a dream or the muted ramblings of light behind the eyelid of a closed eye, so intimate as to be subconscious. Two bodies move through the space in dreamlike movement. One body folds into another, curling around. A sudden collapse. A slithering on the floor. A stuttering.
Around the figures rises a watery sound from the sax. Pebbly, like small rocks churning in a rapid...