Zdravo Salt Lake! Juan Aldape writing from Belgrade, Serbia. In a globally interconnected world, I think it’s important to recognize and promote local artists who demonstrate stimulating methodologies for producing work. I want to share this review of a recent work I saw at Holland Dance Festival in Den Haag, Netherlands. I spent five days at the festival primarily with an interest in looking at the work of two Nederlands-based choreographers. One of these is Samir Calixto. — Juan
Samir Calixto’s Winterreise Tetralogy is superb, excellently chilling, a decelerated mass of beauty and grace. This two-section, four part, multidisciplinary production integrating art installation, live music and dance moves along like a glacier to reveal the stone cold isolation in Franz Schubert’s epic score. The various components of the premiere production hold their own splendor. The scenography is spell binding. The voices glorious. The movement chiseled and cool.
This piece is the first performance of the complete Winterreise Tretatology. According to the programme notes, this has been “a long term investigation on Franz Schubert’s masterpiece.” This performance rendition is a beautiful display of the diverse sounds, and as a result thematic tones, found in the pièce de résistance. Virtually every aspect of the production augments and reveals the metamorphic subtlety of the sound score. While Calixto was working with a historically essential sound piece, the craft of the piece somehow appears as if Schubert composed this piece especially for this production. Calixto does not commit destruction of the sublime piece, as is the often the case when one takes on a musical canon. It is difficult to summarize the entirety of this decadent piece, as leaving anything out would neglect small details that comprise this gem.
The first section is opaque, with a myriad of parallel pessimistic expressions. An inverted tree suspends upstage-left. Just above the entanglement of the branches, a clear rectangular water tank cube is filled with water. The light highlights the moisture trickling down the trunk and branches, falling on a stainless-steel heated square. The droplets evaporate on contact. Emerging from this landscape are intimate moments of human beings struggling in frozen isolation.
As the audience returns to the second section, after a 25 minute set change, we see a completely different stage. We enter a white cube. The stage looks glassy and crystal-like. A dismal movement section follows. A suspending angular boulder, its imminent fall tangible, having replaced the upside down trunk, takes on various shades. At times, it is a jet-black hovering orb one moment and a detailed metamorphic boulder the next. Unexpectedly, hurling ice blocks fall from above and shattering ice debris bursts across the stage. The performers barely dodge crashing ice.The light slowly reveals what appears a shimmering and transparent polar ice glaze. Tiny ice crystals reflect light as the entire hall becomes frigid. Shivers run up my spine. The entire audience gasps for air.
Calixto returns to the frozen tundra to begin an abandoned solo over the ice. His body is subjected to fast movement, bodily heat is perceivable. The jagged movement produces unbearable pressure in the space. Calixto’s movement becomes disintegrated into fragments that then become consolidated into a sedimentary mass, unable to move. His bare skin rests of the frigid chunks of ice. The physical weathering of the solo comes at the apex of Schubert’s score. The overall feeling is a contradictory amalgam of loneliness and human warmth. Simultaneously, a bare-topped body rests up-stage right, slowly moving to standing. As is her body is heated to such an extent that it has melted, then cooled and recrystallized and formed into a new body.
It’s hard to say that at any point in time there are individual performers. Each component of the productions makes use of each discipline impressively. They become indistinguishable. No aspect of the production is left unpolished. The piece builds to a point where three bodies, perfectly lit with halos, become exhibited artifacts of existential emotional and physical exhaustion. The arrangement is pristine.
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More information about Samir Calixto:
http://www.samircalixto.webs.com/
See an excerpt of this work: