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| Livanna Maislen in End Point | Open Time Photo RJ Muna |
Yerba Buena Center for the Arts presents
Liss Fain Dance
End Point | Open Time
The Forum at YBCA, San Francisco
January 23rd, 2026
The Forum at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts is one of my favorite spaces in the city to check out contemporary dance. It’s vast and airy; inviting and cavernous – a blank canvas, an empty container filled with possibility and promise. Sometimes a production set in this special place has a more conventional format with the audience facing a stage or designated performance zone. Sometimes viewers are seated in a square perimeter or in the round. One deeply special performance found each audience member with their own personal headset, controlling how the score interacted with the movement. Then there are the mobile, immersive dances where the audience is encouraged to traverse the room and choose their own adventure, engaging with the work in front of them at their own pace and in their own time. Liss Fain and her company of collaborators have long presented work of this last type, and on Friday evening brought their newest must-see world premiere, End Point | Open Time, to the Forum space.
A two-part quartet unfolding over fifty-five minutes, Liss Fain Dance’s 2026 debut began with an introduction/prelude of sorts, End Point. Around the edge of a stunning installation by Matthew Antaky, each dancer appeared in one corner. Like a living board game, they explored the outside square. Slow, controlled, meditative motions gave way to stylized running and wing-like arms. They surveyed the horizon, while step ball changes revealed shifts in weight and intention. It was a strong opening sequence, providing a perfect opportunity for everyone to settle into the space and take in what was yet to come.
Over the next forty-five minutes, a simultaneous collection of duets, solos, (occasionally trios and quartets) unfolded within the central installation structure. As noted in the program, Open Time harkens to an excursion Fain made to the Arctic, and Antaky and costume designer Mary Domenico certainly captured that essence. Four open rooms were separated by doorways and paths. Fabric slats, studded with wave-like designs in light grey, hung from ceiling to floor. The costumes flowed with dripping silver. It felt like a house made of snow and ice.
Because we were encouraged to move through the space, every member in the crowd had a unique and personal experience with the piece. You may have seen some sections fully, some partly and others, you may have been missed entirely. Sometimes you found yourself in front of an empty room, not knowing if and when a dancer may arrive. Fain created such beauty in this dualism – intense agency coupled with acceptance of emptiness and void. Over the course of Open Time, I opted to cycle through four different external vantage points. The audience was also invited to watch from inside the structure, but to be honest, at this particular performance, there were too many people present to make that a successful option.
Like the evening’s overture, Open Time paired moments of quiet with high-octane movement phrases. There was stillness, repose and reflection: heads cradled gently, bow and arrow arms moving slowly as if through molasses, deep static side lunges. In contrast, we saw giant rond versés, where the leg circles to the back against a snaking spine. There were delicate, yet powerful jumps. Limbs cartwheeled through the space. Bent-kneed chaîné turns whirled like a centrifuge. It was equal parts containment and freedom. Whether staccato and angular or smooth and controlled, an undeniable sense of vastness and expanse was present in all of Fain’s choreography.
Livanna Maislen, Elena Martins, Katherine Neumann and Isabel Rosenstock were onstage for almost an entire hour without a break and delivered the most captivating performances with such impeccable technique. Bravo to the cast!
The one disconnect for me was mood and vibe. End Point | Open Time’s physicality was deliciously varied. Similarly, Louise Glück’s framing text oscillated from desperation to happiness, fear to contentment. Such breadth of material. But the dancers’ demeanor stayed in one dynamic; never budging from an overwhelming held angst (at least not in the sections that I saw). A little joy or lightness would have been a welcome addition.
