I’ve been obsessed with Israeli contemporary dance since returning from International Exposure 2015 last December, and for good reason: Some of the best contemporary dance on the planet harks from the tiny seaside city of Tel Aviv.
On Feb. 3 some three million folks saw something amazing on network television: contemporary dance that was not part of a reality show. And it was good! Wait, there's more: the choreographers and the dancers were Texans!
here's something about do-ablity that is making me a more eager watcher these days. Perhaps I suffer from a mild case of sustainability syndrome. Maybe it's my Buffalo upbringing or being raised by depression era parents that puts me in the “doing more with less” mood.
Hollering about Texas with a perfect Southern drawl. My Pillow peers claimed that I mentioned Texas once every 31 minutes (yes, they kept track). It was my only retort to the “There's art in Texas?” question.
When Nathaniel Donnett was wheeled in laying inside a coffin at the CAMH for his artist talk, In Memory of... as part of his installation, Nothing to See Hear in Right Here, Right Now: Houston, I wondered how the talking part was going to pan out.