Marie Chouinards sexually accused debut curriculum considers dancers locked up like zoo swine then released, while Vladimir Putin is razzed with lashes and made to dance with a Nubian Queen
A naked lady punches her body repeatedly against a wall, her saying veiled by the dark drop of hair embracing her face. A sallow, serious youth dances a solitary path through a bunch of onlookers, his limbs drift, warping and buckling to low-level electronic music. A middle-aged mortal in a knitted detonator and lifeguards casing wipes the floor, talking all the while about the suggest to cleanse his life.
There is nothing new about visual artwork that blurs into performance, or dance that verges on installation, but at Venice this year the question of categories finds interestingly loaded. Daina Ashbees Unrelated and Benot Lachambres Lifeguard are the first and third affairs described above, yet while they feature in the programme of activities that has been put together by the dance biennales new artistic head, Marie Chouinard, neither cultivate espouses conventional modes of choreography. The languorous street-dance solo, meanwhile, comes from Anne Imhofs Faust, a five-hour phenomenon that is attracting the largest audience at the prowes biennale and whose language is heavily predicated on dance.
The agency of their own bodies is a key theme of Faust, often because its cast are forced into situations of unsettling passivity. Imhof has altered the interior of the German pavilion into glass enclosures within which private individuals or a small number of performers are limited. As we step past or even above them, we are in a position observe these young men and women engaged in their own variously listless, unfriendly or sex works, as though it were laboratory specimen or swine in a zoo.
Those glass walls and ceilings start to feel like an absolute divide, becoming us into voyeurs and the musicians into objects even when theyre exhibiting clues of menacing practice. It comes as a outraging reversal of dominance when the musicians are sporadically let out of their cells and allowed to dance among us, taking abrupt bid of the seat and holding their dominance over our awkward, self-conscious bodies.
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