Gregory Dolbashian

Review: NW Dance Project’s splendid ‘Splendors’

The company closes its 10th season on a high note, and looks ahead to a new and bigger home

Summer Splendors is very likely the last program Northwest Dance Project will present in its small light-filled studio on North Shaver Street, and if so the company’s going out in high style: this is one of the most appealing dance programs I’ve seen in months.

Forced out by the frenzied real estate roulette of North Mississippi Avenue (the studio is just around the corner from the hubbub of the Mississippi strip), NDP will move its busy summer schedule to the new glassed-in studios at Portland State University’s Lincoln Performance Hall. And the company’s in negotiations to move permanently into a much larger space on Portland’s close-in east side. If all goes smoothly, that space will be converted for studios over the summer, and ready for NDP to begin its 11th season in the fall.

From left: Kilbane, Nieto, Labay in "Tis Is Embracing." Photo: Christopher Peddecord

From left: Kilbane, Nieto, Labay in “This Is Embracing.” Photo: Christopher Peddecord

In the meantime, nab tickets for Summer Splendors if you can. The program opened Friday night and continues through June 15, and not a lot of tickets are available.

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Dance: New, Now, a ‘Mother Tongue’ Wow!

NW Dance Project tackles a triple-header of world premieres, topped by Ihsan Rustem's gem

Elijah Labay, Ching Ching Wong and Andrea Parson in Ihsan Rustem’s “Mother Tongue.” Photo: Blaine Truitt Covert

Whatever it is, something clicks between the choreographer Ihsan Rustem and the dancers of Northwest Dance Project. That was happily clear Thursday night in the opening performance of the company’s “New Now Wow!” program of three world premieres at Lincoln Performance Hall. (It repeats Friday and Saturday nights.)

Rustem’s “Mother Tongue” seems a model of contemporary choreography – a piece very much of its own time but also fiercely focused and sure of itself. It doesn’t meander, it doesn’t settle for the first idea. Like all good dances, it cuts through space with a conviction that this is the only possible way this particular piece could be. Set to a percussive and involving score with music by Scanner, David Lang, and Erika Janunger, and lighted (as is the entire evening) by Jeff Forbes, “Mother Tongue” benefits from the kinetic skills of the NWDP dancers and also drives them beyond themselves: an ideal symbiosis.

Two other new works by young international choreographers also premiered – Gregory Dolbashian’s “Play It As It Lays” and Alex Soares’ “Trace in Loss” – and both had their strengths. But “Mother Tongue” was the clear highlight, and it continues the mutual success that choreographer and company have shared. Last year the Dance Project took the audience award at the Hannover Competition in Germany and won the Sadler’s Wells Global Dance Contest with Rustem’s “State of the Matter,” and returned to London in June to perform it again at the 2012 Cultural Olympiad.

With its smart use of folding and unfolding curtains and its parade of appearing and disappearing performers, “Mother Tongue” is highly theatrical and richly pared down, not to the point of minimalism but rather to a springing efficiency that mobilizes and energizes the moment. It can be witty (a rolling, twisting, snakelike solo by Franco Nieto could be adopted as a theme dance by Slitherin House) and touching. NWDP’s highly adaptable dancers – on this piece, Samantha Campbell, Patrick Kilbane, Elijah Labay, Lindsey Matheis, Lindsey McGill, Andrea Parson, Nieto, and Ching Ching Wong – perform with electric compactness.

It’s interesting to look at Rustem’s brief program statement about the origins of “Mother Tongue,” not because anything in the dance specifically illustrates it but because it indicates his state of mind and emotion when he was creating the piece. The impact is subliminal and even undetectable, yet real, suggesting a state of circumstances that, in concert with the dancers and designers, created a new and independent state of circumstances – the dance itself: “The starting point for ‘Mother Tongue’ came about during conversations on the theme of cultural identity and belonging. I drew upon personal experiences after a recent trip to Istanbul, Turkey, which is my motherland, but a land I have never lived in. Standing in the middle of the chaos of Taksim Square and taking in the smells, watching the people, and listening to the sounds, I felt an overwhelming sense of calm and belonging in the realization that this is where I come from.”

Samantha Campbell and Franco Nieto in Alex Soares’ “Trace in Loss.” Photo: Blaine Truitt Covert

I liked Soares’ “Trace in Loss,” too, and I’d like it a lot more if there were less to like. It’s dangerous to judge a new work on the basis of a single viewing – a second or third look often can reveal things you missed or simply didn’t understand the first time around – but my sense of “Trace of Loss” is that it’s overstuffed and might be much better with a strategic editing to two-thirds of its current length.

Soares, who is from Sao Paulo, Brazil, reaches ambitiously toward total theater with “Trace.” He’s not just the choreographer but also the composer and designer of the video and set, which alternates open space with a kind of pressurized box, a trap of light and sound that swallows the dancers and creates electrified ghostlike images. The advantage of this approach is that so much of the piece is springing from a single vision: in movie terms, he’s the auteur. The disadvantage is that it reduces the effect of checks and balances – resulting, I think, in too much of a good thing. The ideas run out before the motions do.

Still, I like the piece. I think it has a lot of promise. Its “story” is simple – three couples, at various stages in a relationship, shifting and gliding with the changes. Forbes’ lighting is crucial, and the performers (Campbell, Kilbane, Labay, Matheis, Nieto, Wong) give it the crispness and energy it deserves.

Dolbashian’s “Play It As It Lays,” which opened the program, takes its cue from Joan Didion’s 1970 novel of the same name, which I remember mostly from the beautiful and self-indulgent ennui of the 1972 movie version starring Tuesday Weld and Anthony Perkins. Dolbashian’s version includes passages from the book, narrated in voice-over by Andrea Parson. Later in the dance, Alan Watts, the beatnik-slash-hippie era philosopher and proselytizer of Zen lite, also appears in voice-over, reminding us of what a genial and entertaining showman he was.

I admire the riskiness of incorporating spoken passages into the dance: it’s always a chancy thing, and sometimes it pays off. I also like Dolbashian’s stated purpose for the work: “… to motivate its characters and its audience to really USE time and not simply let it pass.” But the movement itself, though well-performed, seems unsettled and a bit muddled: I’d like some clarity. Or maybe clarity wasn’t the goal. It’s not as if Dolbashian lacks the chops. He’s toured in “Einstein on the Beach,” trained at the Alvin Ailey School, worked everywhere from Jacob’s Pillow to Chicago Ballet to the Joyce. So maybe there’s more here than I’m seeing. Still, on Thursday night, it came down to this: the dancers were moving, but I wasn’t moved.