Dance Archive

In Her Shoes: Stepping through the pain

The haunting strains of Bra Hugh Masekela’s Stimela playing through the sound system as we gathered to watch In Her Shoes at the Market Theatre seemed a strange choice for a dance performance inspired by the horrific murder of Karabo Mokoena at the hands of her lover Sandile Mantsoe. But the choice was, on reflection,

Scars: Gender, bashed

Lead dancer Tsulile Binda enters upstage right with slow magnificence, dressed in a glittering silver gown, distored by cords trailing from her waist. It emerges the cords are attached to bodies who emerge as she drags them on behind her. And so, in Scars, produced by Durban’s The Playhouse Dance Residency, we see the stereotype

Confined: Irrevocably shifted

For those fortunate to have never experienced it (which is far too few of us), it is difficult to imagine the horror of domestic abuse. What it must be like when the home, which we are wired to view – which we need – as a place of safety, the secure base from which we

Kamara: Epic fight in red and blue

  Dramatic. That’s a one word descriptor for Kamara, staged by Pacofs at the Arts Incubator’s Trade Fair hosted by the Windybrow Arts Centre at the Market Theatre this week. But the dramatism undermines the substance of the work. It feels like there is too much thrown at it rather than just working on the

I call you dance: Moving forward through the past

Whether the language we speak influences the way we view the world, and thus how we act in it, is a long-standing question. It is a question linguists have been paying particular attention to since Benjamin Lee Whorf studied the Native American Hopi language in the ‘40s and claimed English speakers view the world differently

Black Privilege: A gilded cage?

Who doesn’t want to be famous? Not Kardashian famous. Yuck. But famed, or infamous even, a game-changer, a reference point, noted in the history books… a known name. Aspirations. Dreams. And why not? Why not want recognition, validation, a little assurance that one’s being here on earth is worthwhile? Enter the Entertainment Industry. You gotta

Tangible Energy: Elusive and Aloof

Energy. That which creates us. Makes us. Connects us. Energy is chemistry. Energy is power. So much potential… But perhaps the switch didn’t entirely flick on for me, in Tangible Energy? I’m always open to the possibility that the point flashed past me, and I’ll happily receive another audience member’s enlightened insight. But if the

Down to the Marrow: Introspection on identity

Down to the Marrow is a work in two parts. The first is “Ukubona Ngokwami”, a duet choreographed and performed by Jabu Siphika and Zinhle Nzama, and the second, “Ndlelanhle” is a quintet performed by the newest generation of Flatfoot Dance Company’s professional dancers, choreographed by Sifiso Khumalo. Together these works take an intimate inward

Phuma-Langa: Stark and Dark

In a black box theatre with bared walls and simple lighting, six eerie figures stand, dressed in ridiculous outfits – swimming caps, orange water wings, kreepy krauly pipes wound round their waists, and knee-length stripy socks in white tennis shoes. In trying to interpret this weird attire, I look to choreographer Mamela Nyamza’s body of