Lenora Lee Dance
Fire of Freedom
Fort Mason General’s
Residence, San Francisco
September 12th,
2015
Lenora Lee Dance’s Fire of Freedom opens with twelve
simultaneous preludes. Upon arrival, each audience member was assigned to a group
and right before the piece started, led to that group’s designated space in the
General’s Residence. This was where they would view one of the twelve preludes,
which would serve as the beginning of the dance for them. Once that introductory
vignette had concluded, the instructions were to roam freely around the
building, including the outside grounds. And so, every person would experience Fire of Freedom differently, each with a
unique perspective of the world premiere work.
While I cannot speak to
what others saw, here are some thoughts and observations based on my own
journey through the space and through the dance.
A site-specific, mobile,
mixed discipline project, Fire of Freedom
was a tapestry of interwoven stories and chapters. They unfolded over the
course of an hour, overlapping each other throughout the house. Scenes depicted
assault and struggle; rage and aggression; battle and shock. But there was also
desire for peace, for hope, for clarity, for rest. For her eighth anniversary
season, Lee has crafted a robust narrative work. Fracture and fragmentation
were Fire of Freedom’s primary
themes, but there were also glimpses of repair and renewal.
My group began on the
upper floor of the General’s Residence. Costumed in a long white gown, a woman
sat at a dresser staring into a mirror. She then cycled through a frenetic
choreographic phrase, a combination of whirling, spinning, crawling and
writhing. She seemed alarmed and afraid. Perhaps of what awaited her in the
next sequence downstairs. As the entire company (and the audience) gathered in
the ballroom, a Rite of Spring type
scene developed. The bride figure was thrust around the room from one person to
another, with no personal agency and no control over her situation. She
appeared to initially protest, but eventually submitted to her imposed
circumstance.
Pictured: Lynn Huang and SanSan Kwan Photo: Robbie Sweeny |
Then, as the cast began
to disperse and scatter into various locations, the audience followed suit. In
one room, a dancer performed flowy, circular vocabulary while a video of a
couple was projected on the screen behind her. Was this a juxtaposition of
reality and fantasy? Did it represent two different points in time? Maybe both;
maybe neither, but there was definitely a sense of fragmentation. A second video
(this time of physical fighting) was shown on the outside of the building while
a soloist clung to the handrail and stairs. It seemed as if she was desperately
trying to ground herself amidst a chaotic fractured environment. In the final
choreographic sequence, the company reassembled, in what appeared to be a
moment of repair. Though I wouldn’t describe it as peaceful, the unison
movement had a calm meditative intention that felt very aware and mindful.
What struck me most
about Fire of Freedom was how Lee
managed to embed the narrative into the installation’s structure. By not
directing the audience to any particular dance or any specific place, the sense
of fragmentation and fracture was heightened. So many different things were
happening all at once and no one could predict what was going to occur, or
when, or where. From time to time the audience looked almost disoriented,
wandering around, not knowing where to go next or what to focus on. This is not
a criticism; rather, it shows how carefully Lee wove the narrative into
everyone’s experience, including the viewer’s. This is what happens when one is
fractured – they are disoriented and don’t know what to do. So not only were we
watching fragmentation, we were feeling it too.
But there was also a
drawback to this free mobile structure. You end up getting caught up as the
whole group tries to move together. Or you stumble onto choreographic segments
as they are concluding. What I saw of the choreography was impressive, and the
narrative was strong and powerful throughout. But without some form of guidance,
I feel like I only viewed a small fraction of Fire of Freedom, and missed much of the dancing.
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