I thought it would be fun to share some rehearsal photos from Coma, a ballet I can’t seem to ever get enough of. Last year when we did Boundless Plotnikov, I posted a rambling of “viktorisms”, little tidbits of interesting language used throughout the rehearsal process. More of a random narrative for my own personal archives than an engaging article, the post proved to be pretty fun to write, so I thought I’d do another, Coma edition, to accompany these rehearsal shots. A bit darker than last year’s rant, I’ll admit, but this is a state of comatose we’re talking about now…
“Get out of your skin.” Viktor describes the entrapped feeling of an unchangeable disaster like being suffocated in a prison of your own body. He often asks dancers to perform movements as if they are desperately trying to escape this invisible chokehold, scratching their skin down to the bones always driven by frustration and sadness, never anger.
Hollow bodies, we ghost from one point to another. Like a “glitch” in a computer screen, you never quite see us until we’ve assembled, and even then we are “transparent”.
Empty metal cubes form a frame for the passage from our world to theirs. They are tangled and bound up in it, unable to pass through, but with a bit or urgency I am staring straight into a line of grieving loved ones shrugging why.
A stark contrast, the third movement often references “our childhoods”, wiggling our toes up to the sky like babies who see their feet for the first time every time they catch a glimpse of the great toed-wonders. We feel the sun on our faces in a dream we wish to never wake from.
Octopus, citizens and green cards, screaming through your hand, half crucifix/half wings, big mama, pulling on the reins, petrushka, and pinocchios.
For tickets to see Juxtapose.
all photos by Dylan Giles for Festival Ballet Providence.