When is a dance not a dance? This question was on my mind during Gillian Walsh’s Moon Fate Sin, a title that, while poetic, doesn’t evoke the work.
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Gillian Walsh's Moon Fate Sin at Danspace Project. Photo by Ian Douglas.
If the world is a stage, then the sun and the moon act as our spotlights. Their eternal cycle of rising, setting, and rising again illuminate our lives. Like bit players, their presence can remain unnoticed as we absorb ourselves in daily dramas. Yet, without light ritualizing every day, every week, every year, our actions, both big and small, would lose significance, maybe become nonexistent.
Light — and its negative expression, dark — takes center stage in Gillian Walsh’s Moon Fate Sin*, which was presented by Danspace Project and Performa 17. Like a sorceress, designer Carol Mullins conjures a golden haze that settles atop the dance floor of St. Mark’s Church-in-the-Bowery. Incrementally whitening and blackening, this spun-from-stars luminescence shrouds the piece in transcendent splendor.
Opening in media res . . .
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