A Dream of Dancing; Shattering Self-Doubt.

As a child, Stephen Evan Washington knew there was something special about him, something that distinguished him from everyone else. Despite feeling this way, he did not realize his dream and eventual life passion was dancing until he was told by someone else that he was good at it. Self-doubt is prevalent in our culture because there is such a high demand for artistic perfection. This visualization of how art should be presented sometimes acts as obstacles for today’s youth as they are inclined to question their abilities to the point that untapped potential is unfortunately never harnessed.

Being an African American male, Stephen found it difficult to devout his life entirely to dance when he began his dancing career. He did not get a lucrative dancing job to cover all expenses, and although dancing was payment in itself for Stephen, he still had a rent to pay and required money for food.  Sometimes working two jobs in addition to dancing, Stephen grew as a dancer and as an individual. He was no longer a shy kid. Dancing unleashed a confidence from within and consequently gave him a sense of fulfillment.

Stephen’s dancing career took him through several stages, companies and even countries. His latest task, performing for The Lion King musical on Broadway, was a breakthrough achievement. Stephen had auditioned months ago for a part on the show but he unfortunately never received a response. When others would have given hope, Stephen kept his options open and kept a positive attitude. Once again, he was asked to audition for The Lion King and Stephen gave it his all once more. With hard work, determination and a little bit of patience, Stephen proved that achieving the unimaginable is likely if one is passionate enough.

The wear and tear dancing causes to the body forced Stephen to stop dancing for several times while he recuperated from injuries and strains. Understandably, these prolonged periods of rest set Stephen back since a dancer’s body requires strenuous conditioning. Stephen however, saw opportunities to continue learning and growing through Pilates instruction. His attitude and never-give-up outlook was necessary for a dancer’s physically and mentally demanding lifestyle.

Dancing has led Stephen to work for several companies, including the Alvin Ailey  American dance theater  The company was founded in 1958, during a time of racial tensions and hardships. The founder of the company, Alvin, lived under difficult conditions as a child, yet he was a prodigal dancer with an even more incredible vision. After studying at the Horton school of dance and eventually working for the company, Alvin was ready to take the next step and establish his own company. During civil unrest and racism, Alvin Ailey created an institution that gave African Americans as well as anyone else who wanted the opportunity to learn how to dance but couldn’t afford it.  Alvin believed that dance and art should not be limited to the rich.

Stephen Washington and Alvin Ailey’s message was the same. When you have a dream, and this dream is meant to come true for you, it is only a matter of time before you accomplish it. Put in the work and be dedicated, because there will be nothing that can stop what you seek to achieve if you truly desire it.

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The Biased Truth of Art

When I view a work of art in a museum, usually I look at the little white box next to it telling me about the piece of art. When I’m watching a moving form of art, I read the excerpts in the program. When I’m listening to music, I read the lyrics online. This is my way of finding out the truth behind that work of art.

It’s difficult to say if I’m ever going to find the truth about any art because every work of art is a part of the artist. Whatever the little box says, whatever the program says, and whatever the lyrics say are all just a little bit of info to help me understand where the work of art is derived from. But I’ll never be able to truly feel what the artist felt when creating this work of art. I’m merely just a viewer. I only can take what I perceive as the truth. That’s the most difficult part of deciding which art you like best and which art reaches out to you the most. Because we’ll never know if we’re interpreting this work the way the artist wanted us to interpret it.

It’s actually kind of sad realizing this but that’s also another beauty of art: art can hold an infinite amount of definitions. This is why art inspires us and teaches us about society. There is no clear cut definition when it comes to analyzing a piece of art and what is meant to be “read” from it. Sometimes, we may be feeling what the artist is feeling. We may see the truth but it is not the truth of the world, it is only the truth of the artist. Unfortunately, we may never find out the truth the artist is trying to say but we’ll always have the truth within ourselves. That’s the beauty of art, its limitless definitions.

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Dance as a Language

Dance doesn’t have the same prose that a normal language has. It doesn’t have an alphabet. It doesn’t have any grammatical rules. It doesn’t have a specific name for it. But it’s still a language. Like sign language, dance movements can represent letters and words. However, there would just never be a limit to the number of ways to express a single word, like love. How can you express that in one single movement? Dancers take an entire choreography to express an emotion. Is it still expressed? Yes. Hence, I feel that because dance is a form of body speech that expresses an emotion or words, it is a language in itself.

Dance isn’t the most practical way to say something. However, dance, like English and French and many other languages, is a beauty in itself. It can emit emotions, stir up feelings and thoughts, and change an entire view on something through one choreograph. There is so much to dance that being a language isn’t enough. Dance wouldn’t reach its full potential if it had to stop at just being a language.

In my opinion, dance is another realm of expression. Its difficult to categorize if it should be a language or not but based on a simple definition that language is a way of expressing something then yes dance is a language. But, I still feel like if we took dance more seriously, it shouldn’t be limited to just a language or just an art form. There are many different alphabets and languages in the world. Similarly, there are many different dance styles and dances in the world. In fact, both are countless and still developing. If we wanted to create an alphabet for ballet or for jazz, we can. Each movement can represent a letter or a word. Then, full sentences, and even more, complete essays can be “danced.” But why hasn’t dance taken that form? Because then it limits its infinite ways of interpretation. Dance, like art, is open to interpretation and it should affect someone by reflecting the emotions they feel towards it. It shouldn’t have to be told to you.

Hence, whenever people ask, “Can dance say “pass the salt?” Yes, it can if it wanted to, and if that was its purpose. But its not. Dance is an amazing form of art that is still in the works, so let’s not limit it by being grammar nits at it.

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An interesting article I read about an NYU professor…

http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/wireStory?id=12247881&page=1

I came across this through a friend and it actually is becoming a controversial topic on what are the boundaries of what art is. In this case, recording the daily life of a professor has become an exhibit. Is it or is this taking “art” too far?

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MET tour review

Now if I thought there was nothing that could possibly win over my experience at the Cosi Fan Tutte opera, I was wrong. Strangely enough I found the tour of the Metropolitan Opera house so much more entertaining, and impactful. Besides the entertainment, I was struck by how enormous the size of the opera house was, and the amount of time, effort, and work put into each and every performance. When we arrived at the Opera house, a Macaulay alumnus introduced us to our tour guides. I wasn’t expecting what I witnessed during the tour.

To be completely honest I was exposed to almost no forms art, museums, and performances before this seminar class. I also did not expect to enjoy the exhibits, and events we went to. To go even further I was not exactly looking forward to the tour, thinking we’d just take glances at the opera house. I must say that the tour guides went into such extensive detail in letting us see just what takes place before each performance. On November 10th, the day after the opera, we made our way back to the Metropolitan Opera house, this time to see what was the preparation for each performance.

During this tour we checked out all the different departments of the opera house such as the construction of the sets department, the props, makeup, and clothing departments. The construction of such detailed and large sets require massive space, and I had this notion that this took place somewhere else and yet it was in the same building. I mean I guess it’s more logical, yet it never occurred to me. There were construction workers working just as hard as the opera singers that get all the fame. These men became artists right before my eyes when the plain pieces of plaster became brick walls of an extravagant scene. The floors and the surrounding area was not as elegant, expensive looking, or luxurious as the first floor of the opera house, and I don’t quite understand why I was expecting that. Our tour guide was also such a sweet, passionate elderly opera-loving woman. She made me feel as though there was no way people could not appreciate opera, and not want to go out and watch as many performances as they could.

Observing how much work went into making only the costumes made me appreciate the performance I had seen just the night before. The clothing department would make the costumes, and when it needed to be touched up, or was torn they were sent to another department to paint or sew it. Sometimes they would redesign a previous outfit and reuse it. Right next to the clothing department was the wig room. I peeked in and saw a man sitting at a table with what looked like a tweezer plucking out individual hairs. He then told us that he puts in each and every strand of hair to make a wig. I couldn’t imagine how long it must take him, and the amount of patience that must be necessary.

The tour guide was patient with us when we wanted to hang out a bit more at one department. My two favorite places in the Metropolitan Opera House was the rehearsal room, and the area right behind the stage. The tour guide let us glance into the window of one of the rehearsal rooms where Don Giovanni was being rehearsed. At that moment the dreamy actor who was playing Don Giovanni came out and with his beautiful accent began to talk to us, asking us if we were enjoying ourselves. After talking with him for a few minutes he went back inside. That’s when our tour guide says, “You know we weren’t supposed to have met the actors. He’s so nice to come out and talk to us.” That made me smile.

After walking for about two hours we made our way back downstairs to the theater at the back of the stage. The stage crew that was setting up for Don Giovanni let us walk one at a time onto the actual stage where they were still putting the sets up. I felt so small, and a bit anxious standing and looking out at where the audience would be. I always wanted to become a singer, and standing there made me fall in love with the art of singing all over again. The red seats seemed so luxurious and classy, the round shape of the theater was said to help the sound be heard, and for me it added to the beauty. I wondered if the opera singers felt the same way standing on the stage. Standing there at that moment I saw all the hard work from each department come together. I saw the stage crew putting up the sceneries, and I envisioned the opera singers performing from the night before. With no intent on sounding dramatic I realized that there is so much about the art of performing that impacts me more than anything that I could ever learn in some of my academics. I realized that I will not always remember the academic things I learn and yet I will never forget my first opera and then standing on that very stage.

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Get Up and Dance!: Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater Review

It was a rather cold, but busy December 9th night in Manhattan.  My fingers felt frostbitten and my nose was running. The only thing that kept my body working was the extreme excitement I had to watch Alvin Ailey perform at City Center.  Once I entered New York City Center, which seemed like a grand palace, my fingers regained warmth and my excitement grew by the minute. Simply waiting to watch Alvin Ailey’s Anointed, The Prodigal Prince, and Revelations was a performance in itself, as the ticket room had a man play simple, but melodious songs on a small xylophone. As I entered the concert hall, I was in admiration at the beauty around me. What interested me the most as I reached my orchestra seat was the phrase “ Salamu Alaykum “ engraved right above the stage, an Arabic phrase that can be meant to say hello, which gave me a nice welcomed feeling. After a few minutes, the lights darkened and Anointed began to start.

Christopher L. Huggins’ Anointed begins with Linda Celeste Sims and Jamar Roberts, whom represent Alvin Ailey and Judith Jamison and the history of the Alvin Ailey Dance Company. The first portion of Anointed, Passing, has Judith Jamison repeat the phrase “He asked me, and I said sure”, which was Ms. Jamison recalling how Mr. Ailey asked her to succeed him as the director of Alvin Ailey and her agreement, and it also reflects how Robert Battle will succeed her in January. The grace and emotion that came from both Sims and Roberts were powerful while the movements were executed wonderfully. In the second portion, Sally Forth, four other women join Sims. I enjoyed the switching between anger and happiness on Sims’ face as she danced, giving her both aspects of ferocity and gentleness while she danced. The music in Sally Forth is the sound of African drums and I enjoyed how all the women, especially Sims, were in beat to the drums using their arms and legs. Another dancer I would like to note is Ghrai DeVore, for her unique look onstage. She also had ferocity in her looks and dancing and I thought she was unique in the fact that she was the only dancer onstage with a visible tattoo, which was of an Ankh. The third portion of Anointed, 52 and Counting, which refers to the growing age of the Alvin Ailey Dance Company, has the women joined by men and the partner dancing was executed perfectly here as well. I believe that Anointed does well in its mission to tell the history of the Alvin Ailey Dance Company.

Anointed

During the intermission, I spoke with my peers about the seating arrangement. Sitting right in front of the stage obscured some moments of the dance, yet it was a sight to see as well, as one can see beads of sweat roll down the dancers face and hear them groan when they lifted their partners, which was amazing to me as it made them human and not entirely perfect beings. As the intermission ended, I sat in my seat awaiting The Prodigal Prince.

Geoffrey Holder’s The Prodigal Prince tells the story of Hector Hyppolite, played by Kirven James Boyd. The Prodigal Prince tells of Hyppolite’s visions of the Voudoun goddess Erzulie, St. John the Baptist and The Mambo, played by Briana Reed, Clifton Brown and Renee Robinson respectively. Robinson and Brown’s dancing were very sensual to the point that it caused a little discomfort among my peers. What I enjoyed about The Prodigal Prince was the Spirit, played by Michael Francis McBride, who added a little humor to the overall seriousness of the dance. The were many dancers onstage and different types of dancing that it was, to an extent, distracting, as one did not know what exactly to focus on, which really takes away from the wonderful dancing and story.

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After the second intermission came Ailey’s magnum opus, Revelations. Revelations is split into three parts with the first being Pilgrim of Sorrow. The movements in this portion were slow and soft, reminiscent of the lack of freedom African slaves had centuries ago. The next section was entitled Take Me to the Water and it has a young couple being baptized in blue and white sheets, representing a river where most baptisms took place while Mr. Ailey grew up. The young couple, played by Matthew Rushing and Rachel McLaren moved as if they were water, demonstrating the amazing skills of dance they contain in their body. Move, Members, Move was my personal favorite out of the entire show; they really were saving the best for last. Sinner Man and Rocka My Soul in the Bosom of Abraham had a lot of energy which touched the crowd positively, as the entire audience began to clap along to the music and felt like moving to the music. Rocka My Soul was so enjoyable that they danced it again even after the company took their bows.

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Revelations proved to be one of Alvin Ailey’s, the company and the legend, greatest dances. Unlike my peer Anthony, I do not believe that audiences in the future will believe that this timeless classic will be too old fashioned to perform or be enjoyed; it is the old fashioned style of the choreography that gives Revelations its charm and greatness. Revelations will continue to be performed as it is for the next 50 years that Alvin Ailey performs. It is the entire performance, Anointed, The Prodigal Prince, and Revelations, really had inspired me to go back and take up dancing again, as I used to dance when I was younger but quit due to school. Alvin Ailey’s dances and dancers are an inspiration to all; it is definitely a performance you must see if you are in New York.

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Review Jazz Museum

Macaulay honors seminar for first semester freshman is a required course that is supposed to open up our mind to more than just academics and maintaining that 3.5 average. For me, it’s the first arts class I have been in that not only exposes me to all forms of art but also has allows me to question the accepted forms of art, and those that are oppressed in NYC. Jazz music is one of the forms that have been oppressed in NYC. On October 13th our seminar class went to the only Jazz museum in New York, which is in Harlem. Visiting this museum was different compared to the other museums that were scheduled because I never knew it existed and I did not know it was the only one in New York.

Getting to the museum was a hassle. I went to the Lincoln Center in lower Manhattan and was told that was not where we were supposed to have gone. So I got on a train with a couple friends and when I saw we were getting off on 125th I was a bit confused. I mean I wasn’t totally ignorant about jazz, jazz players, and a bit of its history, but after seeing the Lincoln Center I couldn’t understand why we were in Harlem. Every time I go to a museum I expect a large building with huge signs along with a modern architectural look. This was not what I saw when I realized I was standing in front of the museum. It looked like a family house that I see usually around areas such as Harlem and the south Bronx, just without the graffiti, or chipping paint. I was also unsure that I was at the right location when I stepped into the building and it seemed like a place you get your fingerprints taken, where you wait outside the room to be called in.

I had to call one of my classmates and ask them where exactly in the museum were they because it didn’t seem as though I could just walk into any room. I expected open space, and exhibits. When I finally found my way into the room we were supposed to be in I was pleasantly surprised. The area was roomy, and was filled with pictures of jazz artists, books, photo albums, records, and maintained an intimate feel. A very knowledgeable elderly man conversed with us while we waited for the rest of the class to come. He showed me photos of famous jazz musicians that he met, and has been good friends with. Within those 15 minutes of conversation I gained a new appreciation for jazz music. After listening to some jazz music we moved to the front of the room where were given a presentation from Loren Schoenberg, the executive director of the museum.

This presentation was about the future of the jazz museum. Schoenberg and the other members of the museum has a vision to make the museum bigger, and more of an attraction. I’m not one to think that American culture promotes racism, and oppression but after realizing the norms of music appreciation I see that it isn’t a coincidence. As Schoenberg said there is a specific way that people act when they listen to classical music making it seem like a class difference. However, Jazz music is something people smoke a cigarette to, and dance around. Without saying American culture is racist, I can say that it simply oppresses cultures other than the western style culture. The jazz museum doesn’t get supporters for expansion, and they are working as hard as any other culture. I feel a bit bad that I believe their plan may take even longer than they expect or actually not happen at all. If it does I also don’t see it making an impact because of the location. Maybe sometime in the future our norms in accepted art forms will change. Jazz is part of African American culture and just like African art it took a while to be considered worth being acknowledged. This museum in Harlem has a long way to go in order to get their plans to go through. I mean why don’t we have another jazz museum in NYC, and why is it only in a “bad” area of Harlem? I do, however believe that it makes sense being in Harlem, and that it keeps Jazz culture prevalent in that area. It deserves to be nurtured in that area since it originated there, but I also believe it should be more widely accepted, and appreciated. The museums appearance, the elderly man’s knowledge, and Schoenberg’s presentation all gave me an appreciation for jazz, and the knowledge that there are forms of art that are oppressed.

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science v art

People consider science to be a more practical way of understanding the world around us. Art is a very vague term- anyone who masters a certain craft can be an artist, any amateur trying to express emotion  or a message through any form can be an artist, and so on. There is no definition of art, and there aren’t any rules or regulations that define art.

Science, though mostly made up of theories, is a more definite way of defining the world we live in. Mathematical theories have a pattern and must be solved; and everything follows certain rules of nature. Science is more about physical make-up and what chemicals make us experience emotions–> it is much more “stable” than art. For example, the color red could evoke anger in one person, but evoke warmth and happiness in another person. However, the feeling of “happiness” is triggered by the same chemical reactions in every living person. Science is the same for all people, while art is an interpretation.

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can we communicate with dance?

When we saw the Alvin Ailey performance last week, I definitely understood certain messages that the dances were trying to convey. These were more feelings than messages- for example, I could sense excitement in some of their movement, but it’s not like their movement expressed a very specific meaning. Dancing is good for evoking emotion more so than communicating messages.

I do not believe that one could technically use dance as a language. I think a language must be able to be written down, read, or spoken in order to be considered an actual language. Language has evolved so that people have an extremely easy way to convey ideas and emotions to one another. Dancing is definitely capable of evoking emotion, but it cannot express a particular idea nearly as well as a verbal language can. Spoken or written words are very straightforward, and usually do not leave much room for interpretation. Saying “I am angry” basically means the speaker is angry. When it comes to dancing, certain moves can make one person happy, while the same exact move can have a negative effect on someones mood.

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Diversity through Dance

Diversity Through Dance

Anthony Ventimiglia

New York City has always been known for its incredible diversity- hundreds of cultures and ethnicities are represented in Manhattan alone. As a four-month resident of the capital of the world, I have seen such diversity in many of the things the Big Apple is famous for: cuisine, entertainment, language, and athletics. However, as a student studying the arts, I was hard-pressed to find similar variety in the many museums and theaters of the city. I often found myself wondering: “Where is the diversity in art?” It did not take long for this question to be answered. In fact, I was recently treated to a magnificent dance performance by the Alvin Ailey American Dance Company at New York City Center. The company, formed in 1958 by the dancer and choreographer of the same name, was established in order to better enable African Americans to participate in dance. On December 9th, 2010, the company performed remarkable renditions of Christopher L. Huggins’ “Anointed”, Geoffrey Holder’s “The Prodigal Prince”, and Alvin Ailey’s classic “Revelations”. The show that the troupe put on that night proved not only that diversity was present in the arts, but also that it is pushing the boundaries of the field itself.

As I settled into my seat on Thursday night, I thought back to the previous day. Just 24 hours prior to the start of the show, I had been able to tour the Joan Weill Center for Dance, the center of the Alvin Ailey program. During the tour, I was shown several dance studios, a convertible theater, and even physical therapy room. With such great facilities, I thought, the dancers of Alvin Ailey surely should impress. I was not mistaken.

The performance on Thursday night commenced with Christopher L. Huggins’ “Anointed”, the first part of which was a duet entitled “Passing”. In this piece, Huggins highlighted the already conspicuous differences in stature of Linda Sims and Jamar Roberts. With the music of Moby and Sean Clements setting the mood, the muscular Roberts gracefully lifts and twirls the petite Sims through a variety of motions.

Source: New York Times

At the end of the piece, Roberts walks offstage away from a visibly upset Sims into an area of simulated white light to signify passage into the next phase of life. The onstage lighting effects, coupled with the music and Sims’ distress served to create a mood that was beautiful in its melancholy. I felt that the piece was a grandiose portrayal of the legacy of Ailey and his passing on of the torch of the Ailey Company to Judith Jamison. In part 2 of the performance, entitled “Sally Forth”, Sims returns along with four women in a colorful and upbeat routine that stood in sharp contrast to the more reserved “Passing”. Finally, in a third act called “52 and counting” (an obvious reference to the company’s tenure), the female performers are joined by four men in red. To my surprise, Roberts soon reappears, this time clad in white and much more energetic.

While perhaps not as talented a choreographer as Alvin Ailey, Christopher Huggins does have one thing in common with the legend of dance: story-telling. Although not a revolutionary work of art, “Anointed” provides a brief synopsis of Ailey’s 50-year history while simultaneously conveying emotions of sorrow and joy. The piece ends on a good note however, as Roberts (representing Ailey) is depicted as watching his legacy flourish under Sims (Jamison) as she prepares to pass on the torch herself.

After a brief intermission, the next piece that was performed was Geoffrey Holder’s “The Prodigal Prince”. This dance tells the story of Hector Hyppolite (played by Kirven James Boyd), a painter and high priest of the Haitian religion. It starts off depicting Hyppolite’s visions of the Voudoun goddess Erzulie and St. John the Baptist (played by Briana Reed and Clifton Brown, respectively). As a faint drumming sound is heard, the two divine figures appear and foretell of a great fortune for the artist against the backdrop of a starry night. Although their message is positive, their movements and attire are suspicious and bizarre, enshrouding the scene in mystique. The trio is soon joined by a group of nefarious-looking women with their faces veiled in black, which circle Hyppolite as he interacts with Spirit/Pre-Savanne (Michael McBride). Another character, The Mambo/Le Serviteur, appears along with the women and dances with Hyppolite with a dove in hand. A feather is plucked from the bird, and is given great significance throughout the performance as a symbol of God.

Ironically, I enjoyed every aspect of Holder’s piece aside from the dancing itself. There was simply too much movement occurring at the same time to get a true appreciation for Holder’s choreography. However, there were a few notable exceptions; Michael McBride’s talent as The Spirit stood out even amongst the excessive amount of dancers on stage. The aspects of the performance that really appealed to me where the costumes and music. What Holder lacked in his presentation of his choreography, he more than made up for in these categories. The music set a suitable pace for such a fast and aggressive piece, and had ritualistic connotations that were indicative of the actions taking place on stage. Even more impressive than Holder’s music was the costumes he himself designed for the performers. “The Prodigal Prince” was truly a feast for the eyes, from St. John’s green tunic to Erzulie’s light-blue headdress. The Spirit’s getup was even more impressive, it was made of a straw-like material that rippled with McBride’s every motion. The vivid, exotic colors of the apparel in “The Prodigal Prince” was without question one of the most memorable features of the night.

Source: New York Times

The final act of the night was Alvin Ailey’s classic “Revelations” which was partitioned into three sections, the first of which was “Pilgrim of Sorrow”. I watched as the dancers bowed their heads in despair and made slow, somber movements. The dancing conveyed a sense of oppression and isolation reminiscent of how the slaves must have felt centuries ago. My favorite portion of this section was “Fix Me Jesus”, a duet that exemplified the trust between a woman (Aisha Mitchell) and her pastor (Amos J. Machanic, Jr.) through a series balancing movements involving both dancers. The next section was entitled “Take Me to the Water”, which was in my opinion the best dance in “Revelations” and possibly the entire show. In it, a young couple is baptized in a river-symbolized by long sheets of blue and white flowing backstage- by a religious leader with a large umbrella. The dancing, music, and energy in this work aggregated to create a positive, hopeful tone that spoke of such a spiritual rebirth.

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The final performance, “Move, Members, Move”, was definitely true to its name: audience members swayed and clapped with the beat of Howard R. Roberts’ music. It starts off with a trio of men (“Sinner Man”) and moved into the powerful “Rocka My Soul” section (after a brief encore), in which dancers held stools to recreate a church gathering.

Similar to my reception of Holder’s work, the choreography of “Revelations” was not the aspect of the performance I most appreciated. Although only my first viewing of the 50 year-old piece, I could tell that many elements appear outdated. While I understand that “Revelations” is a tradition and a preservation of the past, in the future audiences may begin to find it hackneyed. Hopefully the next artistic director, presumably Robert Battle, will successfully adapt “Revelations” to modern dance while retaining the message it sends. Besides the rather unimpressive dancing, I believe the night was a great success. The colorful costumes, unorthodox props, use of West African percussion music, and even the lighting contributed to a wonderful showcase of African-American culture and its influences on dance.

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