An esplanade is a large outdoor place for walking and indeed
Taylor’s choreography is pedestrian in the sense that it refuses the formal,
prescribed gestures of classical dance while still capturing the exuberant
poetry-in-motion of the everyday joys of being out and about in the air. I was
particularly struck by the irreverence of the movement in contrast to the
motivic structure of Johann Sebastian Bach's Concerto in D minor for Two Violins. At first, I was unable to see
the expansion or repetition of a dance idea that might coalesce with the music,
but in continuing to watch, I began to pick out the lovely return time and
again of the solo women—I’m thinking the first, dynamic entrance by the lone
female figure, and the delightful image of the small girl
bouncing—leaping—bounding? over the line of prostrate dancers.
From Research IUBloomington: "IU Dance Theatre celebrates 85th Anniversary" 22 Oct 2012. |
This playful
image finally forced me out of a losing game in trying to match the
relationships between the dancers to the contrapuntal relationship between the
two violins and instead see the choreography coalescing so beautifully with the
music, rhythmically or “aesthetically” independent and yet intertwining, each
made richer and more beautiful in their juxtaposition.
A little research at home turned up a lovely intertextuality
between this piece and George Balanchine’s ConcertoBarocco, a ballet made on students at the School of American Ballet in 1941
that also used Bach’s Double Concerto.
Here, though, Balanchine is using pairs of dancers to evoke the violins and
there is much more consonance between the dance form and the music. I don’t
feel as enlivened watching this piece as I did Taylor’s, but my experience of
it enriched the IU Dance performance project for me—I’m struck that at an
anniversary performance in which only four selections were made that Taylor’s
playful exploration of the everyday perhaps finds more resonance with
contemporary audiences. I do not suggest that there is a one to one comparison
between the pieces nor than Balanchine’s work even entered the conversation in
a showcase highlighting modern dance forms; however, in light of our recent
conversations about certain universal reactions to the particular shapes of
human bodies, I’m struck anew by Taylor’s intervention in the world of dance c.
1975. By eschewing narrative and formal abstraction for embodied exuberance and
the aesthetic of the everyday, it was Taylor’s work that created a space for
the subsequent pieces we witnessed. There is no beauty much less propriety in
the tumble on the mattress without first witnessing the beauty in the walk for
the bus. As a retrospective, I was happy to begin with Taylor and ponder the
journey from formalism to expression, youth to age, public to private. It let
in some necessary air, and the light of a beautiful day.
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