《一棵開花的樹》
張婷婷獨立製作
A Blooming Tree is choreographer Ting-Ting Chang’s attempt to decipher the works of contemporary poet Xi Murong from a female’s perspective, ingraining her dance with the essence of Xi’s famous poem, A Blossoming Tree. As the society continues to develop, the changes in gender roles and relationships inspired Chang to experiment with the possibility of Dance Literature, exploring another way to “read” the dance and “view” the poem. The words and phrases are developed and translated into body movements by the dancers, as the choreography attempts deconstruct and reconstruct the meanings of memories, emotions, and feeling.
BJ4
方駿圍
BJ4, the pronunciation resembles “no need to explain” in mandarin also a unique catchphrase in the network generation that I belong. This play is inspired by the spirit of America hip-hop culture, and it’s like a creative dance of two. “B”,”J”,”4”, each has a symbol and metaphor in this play, and it also means that when a performance happen, the communication between the performer and the audience is beyond words, no need to explain. Here I can only say, “Take a look, “BJ4.”
Con Salball
江婕希/洪睿絃
<Con Saball> "Con" comes from Latin and meaning "with" in English, and "Saball" is a combination of Salsa and Ballroom dance. As the name implies, it is a performance of international ballroom dance mingled Salsa dance. The work tries to take a contemporary mind to communicate with the body elements of social dance, to expand a journey of physical exploration. Like peeling onions, look for the precious and beautiful "heart zone" in layers. And take a closer look at the connection and taste slight changes between “take and send” in our hands.
《亡鏡吟》
莫穎詩@形藝祭
Wandering into the death mirror, life will become more brave? Or less consider ?or more unscrupulous? or close ? or more honest? or hidden with the most weakness and helpless of the one that cannot being more naked? Surrounding by the neon lamb and incense smoke at Wanhua district and Longshan Temple, peels from the wall corner reflects the twisted shadow of a hanging white face with her high heels in a silent night.