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Chassler almost believes the room could tip--and her dance proves it. She makes space do her bidding, commanding that it melt away and free the dancer to spin illusions of total ease and spontaniety. This looseness fingerprints her new work, "Calling Out," which Chassler performed this past Sunday with companions Alice Lusterman and Barbara Norman at the Cambridge YMCA...
Chassler's style speaks strongly about the dancer relying only on his or her self. She rejects the theatrical possibilities of costuming, lighting and decor, paring down her dance to essential movement and, even further, to the performer's highly-disciplined concentration. Chassler often works with eyes half-closed, sunk deep inside herself, focused on word imagery, the wellspring of her dance...
Rather than rely on technical virtuosity, Chassler evolves her own discipline, the technique of making one's self open to one's self. She trains the dancer's body to put itself into a state of attentive neutrality, ready to receive, transform and make concrete mental images--"calling out" or "the body falls up," Chassler's working concept last fall. Like the surrealist's pen taking down words from a will other than the poet's conscious self, the body becomes a perfect channel. She becomes the words themselves...
...know a lot of people, but in this field you can't have too many friends," noted Ballet Dancer Fernando Bujones back in 1974. "To really trust someone, you have to be careful." Some of Bujones' colleagues probably wish they had been more careful as well. Florida-born Fernando, who turns 21 this week, has spent most of his time recently serving as supersubstitute to a trio of ailing defectors from Russia's Kirov Ballet: Mikhail Baryshnikov, who injured an ankle before his Toronto performance in La Sylphide; Rudolf Nureyev, who missed his Los Angeles production...
Cross-Fade,, one of Nikolais's genuinely mixed-media works, touches on man's egoism, and the individualist's haughtiness and vanity. The work begins as one dancer poses with pelvis thrust forward, one dancer poses with pelvis thrust forward, one hand positioned smugly behind his head. His photograph and then a larger-than-life silhouettte is thrown on the scrim. More and bigger photographs follow as other dancers join in, all lit by a bronze glow, enshrining them as perfect Renaissance nudes...