Le Crazy Horse

(12 Avenue George-V, 14 July 2019)

When done right, dance is architecture. One gets only one go at it. One cannot erase, paint over, or reshape. One must engineer to perfection and then build, just once, night after night, a living thing.

Each number is an impressionist painting. The light guides the thought, is animated by the thought, is emitted by the flesh, contracts the flesh, echoes the music, writes the score. Each number is as long as its guiding idea requires it to be. The pace is honed down to its primal, universal essence.

Less is more to the extent that the shadow keeps the multitude of possibilities alive while just enough light articulates the general idea. Once reality is exposed, the alternatives die. Perhaps, one's favourite alternative dies. There is less life overall.