{"id":1878,"date":"2013-08-16T19:09:12","date_gmt":"2013-08-16T23:09:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/dancebeat\/?p=1878"},"modified":"2013-08-17T09:29:25","modified_gmt":"2013-08-17T13:29:25","slug":"restless-creature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/dancebeat\/2013\/08\/restless-creature\/","title":{"rendered":"Restless Creature"},"content":{"rendered":"

Wendy Whelan\u2019s \u201cRestless Creature,\u201d duets choreographed by Kyle Abraham, Joshua Beamish, Brian Brooks, and Alejandro Cerrudo. At Jacob\u2019s Pillow, August 14-17.<\/i><\/p>\n

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Wendy Whelan in Joshua Beamish’s Waltz Epoca<\/em>. Photo: Christopher Duggan<\/p><\/div>\n

Ballet dancers tend to have short careers onstage. If they retire at around 36 (as they often do), they\u2019ve spent as many years training to dance as they have performing. Some stay in the field as teachers, choreographers, and company directors. Others become actors, photographers, lawyers, physical therapists, and more.<\/p>\n

A few, however, need to continue dancing. Their bodies itch to move; new adventures don\u2019t faze them. Some contemporary forms set no rules for body-shape or age, and eschew the flashy virtuosity that might tax a well-used body. Jir\u00ed Kyli\u00e1n formed Netherlands Dance Theater III to showcase stellar mature dancers. Rudolf Nureyev performed in works by Martha Graham and Paul Taylor, among others. So did Mikhail Baryshnikov, before he became even bolder\u2014touring with Twyla Tharp, with Dana Reitz, moving on to Mark Morris and others in his White Oak Dance project, and finally, in his \u201cPast Forward\u201d program working with Judson Dance Theater\u2019s 1960\u2019s vanguard\u2014Yvonne Rainer, Steve Paxton, et al. He\u2019s still seeking out new choreography.<\/p>\n

Do ballerinas pursue such venturesome paths?\u00a0 Not so much. When we speak of Wendy Whelan\u2019s new program, \u201cRestless Creature,\u201d which premiered at Jacob\u2019s Pillow on August 14, we may be talking about a fluke or a landmark. Who knows?\u00a0 Whelan is still performing principal roles in the repertory New York City Ballet, a company she joined in 1984\u2014and performing them wonderfully. Her mind and body are a respository for choreography by Balanchine, Jerome Robbins, Peter Martins, Christopher Wheeldon, Alexei Ratmansky, and many others. She is 46.<\/p>\n

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Wendy Whelan and Kyle Abraham in Abraham’s The Serpent and the Smoke<\/em>. Photo: Christopher Duggan<\/p><\/div>\n

In looking ahead, Whelan made an interesting decision\u2014and one that requires stamina as well as daring. She invited four gifted male dancer-choreographers to create duets, which she would perform with them. Two of the men\u2014Joshua Beamish and Alejandro Cerrudo\u2014are still under 30; Kyle Abraham and Brian Brooks are under 40. Beamish, Abraham, and Brooks have companies of their own; Cerrudo is Resident Choreographer for Hubbard Street Dance Chicago. Whelan hoped that they would challenge her, excite her to go beyond what she knew\u2014without, she must have presumed, destroying or denigrating what she has.<\/p>\n

Some of the challenges are obvious. In working with these choreographers, she has had to give in to gravity in ways not common in the NYCB\u2019s repertory and to experience different ways in which a man and a woman may form an onstage partnership. She has been asked to move small parts of her body\u2014sometimes simultaneously\u2014in ways that ballet dancers are rarely required to do. She is seldom supposed to resolve a movement in a pose. She has had to venture far off-balance before being caught. She has had to relinquish her pointe shoes, to let her bare feet feel the floor.<\/p>\n

One interesting aspect of \u201cRestless Creature\u201d is the image it projects as a whole. Here is this fascinating woman\u2014slim, delicate (albeit with the tensile strength of steel), expressive, yet cool. She enters one man\u2019s world and dances with him, then another\u2019s, etc. The dancer\u2019s voyage is clear in the way Whelan performs each piece of choreography. Although she\u2019s beautifully sure as a performer, she seems to be testing the steps, thinking about them, intently focused on what she\u2019s doing. A restless creature exploring new terrain. But you can also come to see the evening as a woman\u2019s progress through a series of relationships. This man asks things of her that others don\u2019t. This man views her in one way, that one in another.<\/p>\n

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Wendy Whelan and Alejandro Cerrudo in Cerrudo’s Ego et Tu<\/em>. Photo: Christopher Duggan<\/p><\/div>\n

Cerrudo\u2019s Ego et Tu<\/i> announces the stage as a place that belongs to him, simply because he begins alone there in a pool of light (lighting design by Joe Levasseur), reaching out into the surrounding darkness. His dancing is all flowing. It ripples along with the second of five selections of music that he has chosen, Max Richter\u2019s \u201cThe Twins (Prague)\u201d from the record Memoryhouse. <\/i>I find myself wishing Cerrudo would stop for a second, or move at a different speed.<\/p>\n

In view of what happens later, I can think back on this solo in relation to a sense of loss and a dark river. As Cerrudo exits through the center of the black curtain at the rear of the stage, Whelan enters through the same portal; he doesn\u2019t look at her as they pass, nor does she at him. She dances introspectively\u2014like him, mostly in one spot and with something of his sinuousness, but with more subtle dynamic shifts. When she swings one leg around in the air, the move seems almost lush.<\/p>\n

Several moments stand out. Cerrudo and Whelan face each other, and, without actually touching him, she appears to bump him with her head. He falls backward. The two walk toward one downstage corner of the stage. She is behind him, pressed against him, reaching around with one hand to cover his eyes. In the end, they walk toward that portal at the back of the stage, arms around each other. I\u2019m not surprised that one of the music selections is \u201cOrph\u00e9e\u2019s Bedroom,\u201d from the piano suite Philip Glass derived from his opera Orph\u00e9e<\/i>. In it, Orpheus and Eurydice are reunited.<\/p>\n

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Wendy Whelan and Joshua Beamish in Beamish’s Waltz Epoca<\/em>. Photo: Christopher Duggan<\/p><\/div>\n

Beamish\u2019s Waltz Epoca<\/i> follows after a pause. The front curtain, by the way, is open when the audience enters the theater and doesn\u2019t close between pieces, enhancing the image of the stage as an arena where the protagonists will meet. Whelan enters from a downstage corner, walks away from us on a diagonal, and exits. A red cloth of some kind hangs over one arm. Seconds later, she reappears, wearing a unitard in two shades of gray, and assumes a position on half toe, her feet pressed together in fifth position, her body held proudly erect.<\/p>\n

This duet, set to mostly un-waltz-like music by Slovenian guitarist-composer Borut Kr\u012dzsn\u012dk, is as enigmatically tricky and eclectic as the score. Some of the movements veer toward ballet, without really employing ballet steps. The two dancers angle their elbows, cock their wrists. Sometimes Whelan regards the audience with a fashion model\u2019s hauteur. Beamish seems to be copying her opening moves, but, no, not exactly. When they intersect, she looks as if she doesn\u2019t know he\u2019s there, but she must realize that he is when he picks her up and drops her in a new spot. Once there, she walks her fingers down one of her legs.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s hard to know what\u2019s in Beamish\u2019s mind, and it\u2019s probably a mistake to try to make sense out of the numerous interesting events he creates for the two of them. In sepulchral light, he deposits Whelan, kneeling and bent over, in the center of the stage. Slowly, a very large and ominous black object descends from overhead; it\u2019s a spotlight, pinning her in its glare. He retreats upstage and becomes feline and watchful. Then the light gets pulled up again. He comes forward, his hands held out as if he were a waiter carrying a tray. After a quick trip offstage, she returns; the red fabric we saw earlier turns out to be the skirt of a red satin ball gown. She looks wonderful, and\u2014perhaps with new confidence\u2014puts her hand on his head and presses him to his knees. But they do waltz together, and, at the end, she\u2019s spinning a circle around him while he waits for. . .I don\u2019t know. . .his destiny.<\/p>\n

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Kyle Abraham and Wendy Whelan in Abraham’s The Serpent and the Smoke<\/em>. Photo: Christopher Duggan<\/p><\/div>\n

In an interview, Abraham said that the title of his duet, The Serpent and the Smoke<\/i>, refers to what he thought was a folk tale, although he has found no evidence of such a story. In his mind the serpent is entranced by the smoke, whose undulations suggest a mysteriously alluring female snake. It\u2019s an interesting idea to think about as you contrast Abraham\u2019s remarkable muscular fluidity with Whelan\u2019s slightly lighter version of it. The music, two compelling collaborative pieces by the keyboard player Hauschka and the Icelandic cellist Hildur Gu\u00f0nad\u00f3ttir, is dark, deep-toned, eerie, and slow-moving.<\/p>\n

Whelan is barely visible in the dark at the back of the stage when Abraham begins a solo downstage right. He is an amazing mover, fluid but particular; a small gesture may animate another located somewhere deep in another part of his body. He also has a command of dynamics. His slow undulations may be suddenly broken by a whiplash storm of small, quick moves. No wonder Whelan walks around him, as if trying to figure him out.<\/p>\n

Abraham is equally interested in her\u2014awed even. She wants to reach out a foot; he grasps it gently and helps it forward. She lifts a bent leg into a ballet pass\u00e9<\/i>; he, crouching beside her watchfully, puts a hand on her knee. But she is helpful too. They stand face to face; she holds his hips, and he, supported by that, arches backward, away from her. They do quite a lot of sinuous dancing, side by side, so that we can see how alike\u2014yet how different\u2014they are. In one curious moment, they skip, opposite each other, around in a circle. But the enigmatic ending is very satisfying. He retreats into near invisibility on the floor at the back of the stage, while she, in a beam of light, takes down her hair and shakes it out. After she has edged offstage, rippling her arms, he rises and assumes again the deep lunge in which he began.<\/p>\n

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Brian Brooks and Wendy Whelan in Brooks’s First Fall<\/em>. Photo: Christopher Duggan<\/p><\/div>\n

Brian Brooks\u2019s mesmerizing First Fall <\/i>is the only duet on the program that\u2019s not brand new. The Vail International Dance Festival commissioned and presented it in 2012. If you thought Whelan\u2019s arms were getting a workout earlier in this program, this piece goes beyond that. It\u2019s also a powerful end to the evening. The music\u2019s several short pieces by Philip Glass (including\u2014again\u2014\u201cOrph\u00e9e\u2019s Bedroom\u201d). Like Glass, Brooks is interested in repetition. The many complexities in the first half of the duet never seem fussy because you understand quite soon that they\u2019re part of a large single idea. Maybe it\u2019s a game, maybe a task, yet there\u2019s no goal but the doing. (I think I glimpse a smile on Whelan\u2019s face\u2014a rarity in this program). She and Brooks function as equal partners in a constant wreathing and tangling of arms, and a turning of bodies to accommodate that action. Seldom does one of the two grasp the other and hang on; maybe there is a goal, and it\u2019s never to fulfill a move and acknowledge that it has been fulfilled. In a later passage, I think I discern different intentions. The two stand side by side facing us, and the liquid gestures of their arms now suggest that he is reaching to her, and that she is evading or deflecting his movements.<\/p>\n

The last part of First Fall <\/i>slows down, simplifies, and intensifies the atmosphere. Watching it, I think how difficult learning this dance must have been for Whelan. She is accustomed to being held on balance by a partner who turns her as if she were a top, and who catches her when she runs at him and jumps. Imagine her doing for the first time what Brooks asks of her. She stands still, facing the audience, her arms at her sides; he, behind her and in profile, begins to bend over. Slowly she falls back, arrow-straight. When her body touches his, they continue the downward trajectory together; he ends lying prone, with her draped across him.<\/p>\n

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Wendy Whelan and Brian Brooks in Brooks’s First Fall<\/em>. Photo: Christopher Duggan<\/p><\/div>\n

Over and over, during this smooth, serene section, Brooks becomes Whelan\u2019s fulcrum and cushion, offering his body so she can experience off-balance ways to travel. If she, lying on him turns on her side, he assembles himself and gradually rises to a crouch. Stretched in a cruciform shape and at a slant, she walks as he rotates. As he rises higher and higher, so does she. Then they can walk, side by side, until she feels like falling again. The several variations of this are performed calmly, carefully, trustingly, and tenderly. In the end the two reverse the spiraling walk and finish on the floor in darkness.<\/p>\n

The dancers don\u2019t take bows between pieces. On opening night, the four choreographer-performers appeared at the end of the program, acknowledging the audience\u2019s cheers and joining the clapping for their brave, adventurous, and deeply beautiful partner, who kissed and applauded them all.<\/p>\n

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Wendy Whelan in Alejandro Cerrudo’s Ego et Tu<\/em>. Photograph: Christopher Duggan<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cRestless Creature\u201d will tour in March and April of 2014 (with a run at the Joyce, April 2-7) and appear in London in July. (You can see part of Brooks\u2019s dance on a short youtube documentary from the Vaill Festival, where it premiered.)
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