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It isn’t often I’m short on what to say about a dance-theatre work. But after Looking/Seeing/Being/Disappearing, I’m left in a rather uncertain space. It’s an incredibly difficult work, uncomfortable to … Read More
Hands uplifted, clasping. Unclasping. Prayers to Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrica. Electronic supplication in rags of bandages and plastic, oxygen tubes grotesque in the nostrils. One of six moves to a different … Read More
