Photo finish at the Genesis competition
Lauren Edson, James Gregg and Gabrielle Lamb created striking dances at Milwaukee Ballet's Genesis contest. And the winner is...
This just in: After Saturday’s performance, the jurors declared Gabrielle Lamb the winner, with James Gregg second and Lauren Edson a close third. Thanks to Dennis Buehler, MBC’s executive director, for passing along the news. On Monday, the Milwaukee Ballet announced that Edson had won the Audience Favorite award, determined by paper ballots cast after each of the four performances.
Lauren Edson, James Gregg and Gabrielle Lamb all made very good dances. They shared a fondness for fairly brief bits of music (all recorded), from varied sources but leaning toward post-Minimal and strains of pop and rock. Otherwise the dances had little in common and were markedly distinct, save for the requirements for four men and four women in each piece and length in the 20-minute range.
Edson’s I Hit the Ground posits an ideal terpsichorean arcadia of girls in brief, pristine white tunics and shirtless boys in dark tights. Etienne Diaz, Alexandre Ferreira, Janel Meindersee, Lauren Pschirrer, Isaac Sharratt and Erica Wong maintained sober faces but moved as if for the rhythmic and athletic pleasure of it. In one striking sequence, Sharratt and Diaz linked arms to arrest the momentum of Ferreira and then use his own energy to lift him a little and support a few bounding steps. Sharp turns of direction, along with a tendency to lead with the lower half of the body, canted the bodies into intriguing extreme angles. Edson is very canny with her geometry and compositional devices. I admire her numerous and ingenious ways of arranging canons and bringing the ensemble into them from mirror or unison.
The charged, complex relationship of David Hovhannisyan and Valerie Harmon pitched a wild card into this perfect, busy world. They pair off when Hovhannisyan is among the four guys who dance on to sweep Harmon out of a solo. After communal lifts and windings through complex geometry, Harmon lands with her prince. A man and a woman interweave their bodies, you have romance. And when those bodies bend and twine into extremes of motion, we read that as a complex if not troubled relationship, no matter the dancers’ cool demeanor.
Edson made a pastorale, of sorts. Gregg’s Biorhythm is thoroughly urban. We get this from the tight black costumes — especially those structured push-up corsets for the ladies — the industrial music, and the sharp, rhythmic attack and tightly bound movement. Eric Johnson, Courtney Kramer, Ryan Martin, Barry Molina, Timothy O’Donnell, Mayara Pineiro, Luz San Miguel and Nicole Teague might be in an underground disco just a few floors up from hell. In one telling moment, Martin came slithering like a Kimodo dragon out of the upstage darkness to come between Teague and Molina. (At least I think it was Teague and Molina; hard to tell with everyone’s hair slicked back as it was.) They had been yearning toward each other in a pool of light at center stage, yearning expressed in just about the only pliant, poignant body language in Biorhythm.
Just as the music gets hottest and the dancing the dirtiest, a miracle happens. I won’t say what, to preserve the surprise. But I will say that voters can decide whether it’s glorious redemption — I see it that way — or creaky deus ex machina.
Edson and Gregg made dense and mostly tense dances. You had to work hard to keep up and see everything. In Manifold, Gabrielle Lamb gave her movement more room to breathe. That made not only the marvelous little gestures, which caused the dancers to appear to pass around invisible objects, but also the big floor patterns easier to grasp and remember. The gentler music, too, had a calming effect. I didn’t know how much Edson and Gregg had riled me up until Lamb calmed me down.
Kara Bruzina, Mengjun Chen (who opened the piece with a strong solo), Susan Gartell, Justin Genna, Annia Hidalgo, Rachel Malehorn, Marc Petrocci and Petr Zahradnícek might have been curious, gentle beasts gathering around a watering hole in the first ensemble episode. They were utterly ingenuous as they moved low and feline or in perky, elevated struts. As the piece went on, they became more and more organized. Near the end, in tight-knit, repetitive, interlocked ensemble, they suggested a smooth-running machine in which all the living parts had amicable relations.
As I watched Lamb’s piece and found its arc so compelling, I realized that Biorhythm and I Hit the Ground, though brimming with great movement invention, in the end lack such an arc. One nifty thing after another occurs, but they don’t accumulate meaning and somehow culminate. Lamb, too, leaves a loose end — a dreamy downstage solo for Gartell after the others have disappeared in the enveloping upstage darkness. But as she kept dancing through the fade out, it felt mysterious, not merely puzzling.
If I were a juror, I would advance Lamb for first place and put Edson and Gregg tied for second close behind. But do remember that context is everything (as Josef Albers pointed out). If two of the three pieces had been more in Lamb’s range, I might have gone for more sizzle. Placement on the program mattered, too. If Lamb’s Manifold had been first, I might have perceived the evening differently, in terms of ranking. But Thursday night was the way it was, so I voted as I did.
You might see it differently when you get to the Pabst Theater at 7:30 p.m. Friday or Saturday or 1:30 p.m. Sunday (Feb. 8-10). For tickets, call the Milwaukee Ballet ticket line, 414 902-2103.
And a final note about Jason Fassl’s lighting. He designed all three pieces on short deadline, and managed to create moods, gorgeous chiaroscuro effects, and light the bodies very well. A beautiful job under circumstances far from ideal.