‘Here you can see a triumphant rotation in arabesque, a self-confident balance like that of Balanchine, there the tilting and turning of an upper body like with Merce Cunningham, in the transitions the freedom of a Bill T. Jones. There are people who fall, there are dancers lying on the ground like dead who are being helped. From moving group formations such as closed rows, a swarm-like circle or triangle of dancers’ bodies, set up like warriors, they all break away, and individuals come together in quiet trios. The stage shines in ever new bright colors, on the background of which a round artificial sun of light hovers above suggested high-rise buildings.’
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