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| Li in "L'Altra Notte." Kat Cameron photo |
by Susan Kepecs
Li Chiao Ping concerts are like my
Hungarian grandmother’s Dobos tortes, possessed of so many layers they left you wondering
where to start. On one level, Li’s “Riot
of Spring” program last weekend (May 3-5, in Overture’s Promenade Hall – I
attended the May 4 evening performance) pitted her own dancing, in “L’Altra
Notte,” a work made for her in 1995 by experimental New York choreographer
Sally Silvers, and “daughter,” a filmed solo she made on herself, against
the world premiere of the show’s eponomously titled “Riot of Spring,” a
forty-five minute piece danced by others that comprised the second half of
the evening. On performance score, Li won.
“L’Altra Notte” cemented
what we already know about Li: she’s a mature, powerful mover who reveals
vulnerability with no hesitation and sustains difficult, demanding works with
infinite grace.
The angular, postmodern
vocabulary Silvers chose was similar to Li’s own. Wearing dark pants and
nothing but a flesh-toned, elastic, Ace-bandage-like breast binder, Li moved in
a gold-toned spotlight on a dark stage. She lifted her arms, flapped her
elbows; the angle of the spot made her look almost legless. The stage went
dark; the spot moved, magically revealing Li farther upstage. She lay on her side, back to the audience, in
shadow, moving only one illuminated hand, one illuminated foot. She stood, raising one arm, then the next,
then dove forward and folded to her knees, flailing; she jumped, kicked, rolled
and arched; she spidered her legs; she circled the stage in little Bournonville-like
leaps, then kneeled and pushed up into a handstand, her profile to the
audience. The spotlight went dark.
In terms of sheer impact “L’Altra Notte” was the night’s knockout, though I also very much
liked “daughter,” based on Li’s 2011 “RE:Joyce,” a work for and about her mother.
The original, live piece packed plenty
of punch, but this short, complex for-camera version added a whole new layer, deepening
the links between choreography and story by allowing Li to balance on a wooden raft atop a rippling sea as she narrated the epic tale of her mother’s
ocean journey from China to the US. Footage
of her mother (also used in the live version) was intercut with the images of
Li, feet wet, teetering precariously on the waves.
That nothing else on the
program was as immediately striking as these two works is testimony to
Li’s own power. The opener, “Fin de Siècle,”
a solo Li made for herself in 1996 and has now set on Li Chiao Ping Dance
soloist Lix Sexe, isn’t one of Li’s strongest works. But as an evocation of the turn of the last
century made at the turn of the present one it was a good fit for a program
that included the premiere of “Riot of Spring.”
Sexe is a strong dancer
in the Li mold – the angular poses, staccato moves, contorted positions (a
bent-over walk, grabbing one ankle; a walk, one foot pointed, the other flexed),
and the fall, rollover, handstand, rise, little leaps sequences Li is fond of,
fit Sexe like a glove. Wearing a silver apron over a red and black striped top,
a leather helmet reminiscent of the ones long-ago football players used, and an
enduring look of spooked astonishment, Sexe carried off this choreography while
crackly footage from Fritz Lang’s 1927 Metropolis
and the original 1930s Flash Gordon
films (which Li indentified during a post-performance talkback) played on the
wall behind her. The films competed with
the dance; I was torn about which to watch until I gave in to the two-toned
flicker effect of letting my eyes go back and forth between live movement and
the black and white Industrial Revolution apparitions on the screen.
Li’s “Riot of Spring,”
the actual raison d’être for this concert, was made in the spirit of its near
namesake, the 1913 Nijinsky / Stravinsky ballet that set off a row at its Paris
premiere (see my previous post – a preview of this performance – for details if
you don’t know the story). Li’s hallmark
intellectual drive was crystal clear, though the sharp, droll
sense of humor she usually wields was so veiled I thought it was all but absent. In the theater this felt like a serious,
anxious piece, maybe because the modernist primitivism of the original ballet
was serious, or because we’re living in anxious times right now – or both. After all, when Rite premiered WWI was just a shot away; a century
later the accelerating tensions in Syria are eerily similar.
“Riot” merits respect for
its democratic approach – a current that’s run through postmodern dance since
its 1960s beginnings and one to which Li often subscribes, though there are
some spectacularly technical works in her repertory that demand highly trained
dancers, among them the hilarious deconstructed ballets “Gó” (1995) and “Chor
de Engel” (1997), and the angular yet lyrical “Passiflora Gracilis,” from her
Bach Project (2003, I think). In “Riot,”
the big-hearted mix of dance department undergrads, community dancers (most of
whom have been working with Li for years) and professional members of Li Chiao
Ping Dance was a partial pitfall, putting extra weight on the choreography itself.
And choreographically, “Riot”
had some fuzzy moments. Postmodern dance
doesn’t have to be “dancerly” – its early incarnation was rooted in the
antiestablishment notion that all movement is dance, if it’s cast in that
context. That presumes that everyone is a dancer, if the dance involves, say, walking and running, but it doesn’t
mean untrained bodies can aptly execute complex choreographic sequences. Parts of “Riot” were technically demanding, and
the movement didn’t always fit the performer. The community dancers were spot-on, but some
of the others – I assumed they were undergrads, but I wasn’t entirely sure who
was in the company and who was a student – lacked the chops to carry off the combinations
in clean strokes.
Sometimes, too, this big,
motion-filled work got bogged down in its own complexity. In the original Rite of Spring (lost, but painstakingly reconstructed by the
Joffrey in 1987) a young maiden is chosen to dance herself to death; in Li’s
deconstructed narrative there were multiple “chosen ones” who sometimes shifted
so quickly the thread was lost. Still,
when they were “it,” guest soloist Christina Briggs Winslow and LCP Dance
company members Rachel Krinsky, Kate Hewson, and one dancer whose name I don’t
know (no photos accompanied the dancers’ bios in the program) turned in
satisfyingly strong performances..
What really was arresting
about “Riot,” though, was its impressionistic abstraction – both musically and
choreographically – of the original ballet. The score itself, arranged by
violinist Carol Carlson and cellist Maxfield Wollan-Fisher and performed live
by both, plus percussionist Sean Kleve, was an absolute marvel. Pared so far down,
the sound still was full; Stravinsky’s melodies, stripped to their cores, still
intact.
The dance bore a looser, more
fluctuating relation to Rite of Spring.
The original, choreographed by a
celebrated Russian ballet dancer for a Russian ballet company during the
dawning years of modern dance, was shockingly closer to the modern idiom than
the classical one; Nijinsky eschewed long lines and lofty steps in favor of turned-in
legs, bent, contracted, angular postures, stomping jumps, and ample floorwork. That vocabulary, and his repeated use of
linear and circular movement patterns, leant themselves well to Li’s own
style.
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| Lynn Lum emerging from the parachute; Kat Cameron photo |
The choreographic
sequences in the two ballets weren’t matched; instead, Li’s piece reflected the
original from odd – ok, Cubist – angles.
The opening soloist in both Rite
and “Riot” is a female elder (in “Riot,” Lynn Lum, from Li’s community
group). The circular pattern chalked on
the floor – the basis for the tribal ring around the sacrifical virgin in the
original – was mirrored in Li’s piece by a parachute, spread out under a
dappled spotlight, itself an after-image of dappled sunlight shining on
mountains in the Joffrey’s reconstructed set.
In Li’s piece the circle came at the beginning, and from it, the female
elder emerged; the sacrifice circle occurs at the end of Nijinsky’s
ballet. In the middle of Li’s dance, a
powder-spouting circle of community performers in hazmat beekeeper suits was a
tongue in cheek reference – the only overt one I found in the whole piece – to
the bearskin-clad men in the original’s sacrifice finale.
But “Riot”’s Rite-linked, brain-teaser puzzles turned out to be the big intellectual grin I first thought was
missing in this piece. I simply overlooked
this layer of the cake until I had time to ponder it. In that sense, “Riot” is brilliant. Like most premieres of complicated dance
works, “Riot” needs work. I look forward to seeing it again, down the road
apiece.
