Even though I was supposed to be wrestling with camouflage fabric, making the boys duvet covers yesterday, there was no way I was going to miss Michael Clark and company + 75 untrained dancers performing at ‘my’ local Tate!
What a wonderful experience. Something about the architecture and scale of the Turbine Hall, the stirling efforts of the non-dancers, the Bowie played loud in the space and our closeness and involvement with the action meant that I was rivetted and excited throughout.
The ‘real’ dancers managed to keep the momentum and perform alongside the beginners without overshadowing them, quite an achievement. Even in the front row of a theatre, I’ve never been as close to the dancers before and this also gave a sense of privelege as they literally ran through and brushed against the audience on their way to the floor.
Spectacular.