‘As Walking progresses, so does the pace and desperation in the music, reflecting the dancing. Bird sounds and gestures ground the piece, bringing us outside, into nature. The dancers form a line across the front of the stage, fall to the ground facing up to the rigging, and a dramatic splash of dark sand pours down over them before a perfectly timed black out sucks the wind from the house. The crowd roars in gratitude for our collective transportation into the world of Ronald K. Brown.’
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