Left of green. Fall
'Left of green. Fall' was created and performed as part of the Incubator Program at American Dance Institute 2012
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Left of green. Fall (2012) Choreography: Tzveta Kassabova with the performers Sound Design and Music: Steve Wanna Stage Design and Costumes: Tzveta Kassabova Lighting Design: Paul Jackson Performers: Samir Bitar, Alexey Brazhnikov, Evdokia Brazhnikova, Makary Brazhnikov, Isobella Estrada-Brown, Oliver Estrada-Brown, Lillian Cho, Heather Doyle, Yoko Feinman, Ken Manheimer, Christine Stone Martin, Sarah Beth Oppenheim, Kamen Panayotov, Amy Taylor, Connor Voss, David Yates Musicians: Amy Taylor (violin), Stephen F. Lilly (percussion), David Yates (dulcimer), Alexey Brazhnikov (guitar) Executive Producer: Mihir Iyer |
D.C. DanceWatcher
A Personal Best: Dance Watching in 2012
'Also at ADI in May, Tzveta Kassabova created a rarified world – of the daily-ness of life and the outdoors. By bringing nature inside and onto the stage, which was strewn with leaves, decorated with lawn furniture, and in a coup de theatre a mud puddle and a rain storm. Her evening-length and richly rendered Left of Green, Fall, choreographed on a wide-ranging cast of 16 child and adult dancers and movers, featured sound design and original music with a folk-ish tinge by Steve Wanna. The work tugs at the outer corners of thought with its intermingling of hyper-real and imagined worlds. The senses also come into play: the smell of drying leaves, the crackly crunch they make beneath one’s feet and the moist-wet smell of fall is startling, particularly occurring indoors on a sunny May afternoon. Kassabova, with her flounce of bouncy curls and angular, sharp-cornered body, dances with a laser-like intensity. She’s ready to play, allowing the sounds and sights of children in a park, sometimes among themselves, other times with adults. She’s also game to show off awkwardness: turned in feet, sharp corners of elbows, hunched shoulders and flat-footed balances – providing refreshing lessons that beauty is indeed present in the most ordinary and the most natural ways the body moves.'
Lisa Traiger, dcdancewatcher.wordpress.com
A Personal Best: Dance Watching in 2012
'Also at ADI in May, Tzveta Kassabova created a rarified world – of the daily-ness of life and the outdoors. By bringing nature inside and onto the stage, which was strewn with leaves, decorated with lawn furniture, and in a coup de theatre a mud puddle and a rain storm. Her evening-length and richly rendered Left of Green, Fall, choreographed on a wide-ranging cast of 16 child and adult dancers and movers, featured sound design and original music with a folk-ish tinge by Steve Wanna. The work tugs at the outer corners of thought with its intermingling of hyper-real and imagined worlds. The senses also come into play: the smell of drying leaves, the crackly crunch they make beneath one’s feet and the moist-wet smell of fall is startling, particularly occurring indoors on a sunny May afternoon. Kassabova, with her flounce of bouncy curls and angular, sharp-cornered body, dances with a laser-like intensity. She’s ready to play, allowing the sounds and sights of children in a park, sometimes among themselves, other times with adults. She’s also game to show off awkwardness: turned in feet, sharp corners of elbows, hunched shoulders and flat-footed balances – providing refreshing lessons that beauty is indeed present in the most ordinary and the most natural ways the body moves.'
Lisa Traiger, dcdancewatcher.wordpress.com
Left of green. Fall
by Sarah Beth Oppenheim
Edition: Stay
Each wave an overture to time.
This ebb and flow from the architecture of a moment’s coalescence:
Left of green, breath to burst – this colored, sometimes temporal closing.
Leaden detachment and brittle followers are softened by my fall. Ingrained, whether you arch and quiver, or, bowed, draw the trajectory to its natural cold.
Look up, I wonder
Look out, I fade.
Look down here where we converse with flint, bonfire, and the smell of home emanating from her kitchen limb.
Out the window – a brisk or broken whip of change.
Fall into you. You who have gone to ground.
Begin the begone the found. Pattern the pardon from veins. Who roots?
Aught the mum to allow for keeps?
Take leave, hard fest, in this feel of withering in the afterglow of post.
Edition: Stay: Longer.
After the languid, comes the fall.
Fall into place.
by Sarah Beth Oppenheim
Edition: Stay
Each wave an overture to time.
This ebb and flow from the architecture of a moment’s coalescence:
- without corners
- without frame
- without catch.
Left of green, breath to burst – this colored, sometimes temporal closing.
Leaden detachment and brittle followers are softened by my fall. Ingrained, whether you arch and quiver, or, bowed, draw the trajectory to its natural cold.
Look up, I wonder
Look out, I fade.
Look down here where we converse with flint, bonfire, and the smell of home emanating from her kitchen limb.
Out the window – a brisk or broken whip of change.
Fall into you. You who have gone to ground.
Begin the begone the found. Pattern the pardon from veins. Who roots?
Aught the mum to allow for keeps?
Take leave, hard fest, in this feel of withering in the afterglow of post.
Edition: Stay: Longer.
After the languid, comes the fall.
Fall into place.
