Tag: A.I.M BY KYLE ABRAHAM
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LA DANCE CHRONICLE REVIEW: ‘KYLE ABRAHAM BRINGS “DEAREST HOME” TO UCLA’S FREUD PLAYHOUSE’
‘Now at the end of that two-year long creative process—and in a sociopolitical climate that makes it undoubtedly clear the country has continued on its painful path–Abraham presents a work rooted in love. An hour and five-minute series of solos, duets, and one trio, Dearest Home’s sequence of disparate short stories weave together an over-arching tale…
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Daily Bruin preview: ‘‘Dearest Home’ uses nontraditional format to connect to audience’
‘Taking the movements from improvisations allowed for raw and natural movements that made the performance feel more personal, Lewis said. Much of the preparation for creating and executing such a personal piece was done through conversation, not only between Abraham and the dancers, but also between the dancers and the communities they will be performing…
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Dallas News on the work Kyle Abraham created for LADP
“There are people who are angry when I make political work and do not want to come and see the shows, and there are people who think I should only make political work,” he says in a phone interview before coming the Dallas. “I’m a black choreographer, so the work to some people is already…
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Broadway World preview: ‘The Joyce Presents Kyle Abraham’s A.I.M’
‘During this week-long engagement from May 1-6, A.I.M, last seen at The Joyce in 2015 as Abraham.in.Motion, will perform two mixed-bill programs of works by Andrea Miller, Bebe Miller and Doug Varone, as well as the world premiere of two works by Mr. Abraham: Meditation and INDY.’ Read the preview here.
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Critical Dance review of AIM’s performances of ‘Dearest Home’ at the Clarice
‘I remained enrapt throughout Dearest Home. When it was over, I still wanted more. That’s the mark of a strong performance.’ Read the full review here.
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Dance Review: ‘Dearest Home’ at Kogod Theatre in Clarice Smith Performing Arts Center
‘But one man (Matthew Baker) danced alone. He quietly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his own pants, folding them neatly. But his dance was chaotic and pained. He twisted and thrashed. Then suddenly he stopped in the middle of the floor and sobbed. We could see grief rippling through his body—in his quivering hands,…