Maida Withers writes about the creation of her new evening-length show "Thresholds Crossed", a multi-media performance that includes performers from Russia and the United States.
Unlike a writer - who works alone until ‘ready’ for the editor - choreographers most frequently do not choreograph without another body, a human subject. Ideas are being observed and evaluated by your dancers, in front of your own public as it were, even as they are being created.
"How do we know what time it is, and what it feels like to be in “no time” time, body time... How come when we’re pushing hard, we think we’re getting further?"
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