Vessel and Void
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Vessel and Void
concept, sound, voice, performance- Melissa Lohman assistant director- Flavio Arcangeli New York Butoh Institute Festival, Theater for the New City, NYC 2019 The presence of darkness, pushing, dynamic. A vessel overturned contains the void. I cannot know all that I contain. |
Vaso e Vuoto
concetto, suono, voce, performance- Melissa Lohman aiuto regista- Flavio Arcangeli New York Butoh Institute Festival, Theater for the New City, NYC 2019 La presenza dell'oscurità, spingendo, dinamico. Un vaso capovolto contiene il vuoto. Non posso conoscere tutto ciò che contengo. |
photos- Michael Blase
Review
OccupytheArts: Where Butoh Lives
by Tom Phillips, October 19, 2019
... While Butoh is a Japanese art form, it lacks the strict formal traditions of Kabuki or Noh theatre. Instead it has a spirit, available to any culture that has survived destruction. New York, which constantly destroys and rebuilds itself, is an ideal venue.
Melissa Lohman’s opening solo “Vessel and Void” was a New Yorker’s take on the Beginning – when a light shone in the darkness, and became flesh. In an empty black space with a spotlight above, she lay white and prone on what looked like a thick black duffel bag, over which she humped and crawled until she was seated on the floor and it was standing on its end like a thick black phallus. Rising to her feet, showing mostly her back and sides, she made much of the body’s bilateral symmetry. The two columns of her back rose and fell independently like climbers on Jacob’s Ladder, to the sound of a single column of air, something like a Japanese bamboo flute. Her minimal script repeated the polarity of something and nothing – asking “what is this?” Toward the end her movements became more expansive and playful, and the score switched to what sounded like wind chimes – again columns of air but with a greater incidence of chance and play. This was a creation story without a fall, a dance of mischief and joy. Bowing at the end, she patted her duffel like a fellow performer. Thanks, bro.
OccupytheArts: Where Butoh Lives
by Tom Phillips, October 19, 2019
... While Butoh is a Japanese art form, it lacks the strict formal traditions of Kabuki or Noh theatre. Instead it has a spirit, available to any culture that has survived destruction. New York, which constantly destroys and rebuilds itself, is an ideal venue.
Melissa Lohman’s opening solo “Vessel and Void” was a New Yorker’s take on the Beginning – when a light shone in the darkness, and became flesh. In an empty black space with a spotlight above, she lay white and prone on what looked like a thick black duffel bag, over which she humped and crawled until she was seated on the floor and it was standing on its end like a thick black phallus. Rising to her feet, showing mostly her back and sides, she made much of the body’s bilateral symmetry. The two columns of her back rose and fell independently like climbers on Jacob’s Ladder, to the sound of a single column of air, something like a Japanese bamboo flute. Her minimal script repeated the polarity of something and nothing – asking “what is this?” Toward the end her movements became more expansive and playful, and the score switched to what sounded like wind chimes – again columns of air but with a greater incidence of chance and play. This was a creation story without a fall, a dance of mischief and joy. Bowing at the end, she patted her duffel like a fellow performer. Thanks, bro.
