T. Lang: A Woman Searching by Jennifer Tarrazi-Scully


The raw space at the Goat Farm is set up with four see through scrims hanging from the ceiling, situated in a square, to separate the performers from the audience.  Seats are arranged in the round, meaning all the way “a round” where the action was about to take place.  The first question of the evening is to figure out which side of the room we want to experience this evening from.  Obviously, there is no right or wrong… just questions.

On June 7th, I found myself asking a lot of questions at the World premiere of T. Lang Dance Company’s performance of Post Up.  The cast of nine extraordinary women were uniformly exposed in white bras and cherry red leggings.   The uniformity brought to mind a complex woman or many women in a similar situation, perhaps battered or in a prison.  An inquiry later enhanced by zig-zagged projections on the fabric we were looking through.  The tastefully sparse costumes highlighted the performers’ beauty and I was reminded of how majestic women are, in all iterations, with different curves, hair lengths, textures and hues of skin.

The tone in this screened in cage was desperate, sad and played with themes of struggle and vulnerability but through it all a feminine strength became apparent.  Not only through the athleticism of these prodigious artistic athletes but in an instinctual comradery that naturally exists between woman, especially at times of crisis.

Who are these women?  They seemed confined by the space but the cast interchanged throughout the evening, except for one…a Prima.  Indya Childs was extraordinary as this everywoman figure.  She was the thread that held this cast together from a sad, sobbing, solo at the top of the show to the final powerful image.

What were they searching for?  Were they trying to hold on to something or give of themselves with no one to receive it?  Although searching for answers myself, I was with them and what they were experiencing felt so intensely familiar. I knew in my gut what they were going through?

At the end of the journey, the answers were evident.  They may have differed from my neighbor’s interpretation, diverged from the story witnessed by the chap across the theater or even veered from the choreographer’s point of view, but they were my answers validating my experience and I believe the audience was unified in this feeling of deep satisfaction.

Satiated, I will be looking for and forward to my next journey with T. Lang.

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