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Check out Vertical Sprawl in the Knight Arts Blog
http://www.knightarts.org/heather-maloneys-vertical-sprawl-packs-power/#more-3686
Vertical Sprawl is a evening length project by choreographer Heather Maloney created in collaboration with composer Juan Carlos Espinosa. Vertical Sprawl looks at how we have faith in our next breath but are disassociated with the extreme changes in the environment around us. Inspired by a number of narrative strands as disparate as the Easter Island Birdman myth, the extinction of languages, Wagner’s Ring and the Miami real estate boom and bust cycle. The work asks what spaces have we abandoned in ourselves? While we build skyscrapers as island temples of a consumer based society. How could the earth possibly support a mall the size of a planet? Abundance, consumption, scarcity, conflict, collapse, new order, or start cycle again.
Choreography Heather Maloney
Composer Juan Carlos Espinosa
Dancers Joanne Barrett, John Beauregard, Carlota
Pradera, Heather Maloney
Lighting Design Thomas Fonseca
Writing on Vertical Sprawl from a recent rehearsal visit by Elizabeth Doud
Vertical Sprawl
I can’t describe physics of a vertical sprawl, which has something implicitly architectural; directed and chaotic, but unstoppable like a flood. And also lazy but epidemic in its weight.
There are images of careful construction and collapse that feel gingerly crafted, then smashed down. When intimacy is present, it’s not the same intimacy again and again, but an arrangement of different kinds of closeness, of support, tolerance—willing and begrudged—and necessary, but also fragile cooperation. I can see the work it takes to build something, and therefore understand that when one component is missing, or deliberately retracted, I might have to suffer watching a collapse. Just knowing that makes the strength of each placement an effort of interest.
There is work, not struggle: labor. It’s the labor of artisans; bricklayers, or weavers or sharecroppers… forklifts? Efforts towards an important building up of something that will get unloaded, cracked, blown over inexplicably, or inevitably.
Why do I want it to stay up? Am I sad when it comes down? Relieved?
Vertical Sprawl is a evening length project by choreographer Heather Maloney created in collaboration with composer Juan Carlos Espinosa. Vertical Sprawl looks at how we have faith in our next breath but are disassociated with the extreme changes in the environment around us. Inspired by a number of narrative strands as disparate as the Easter Island Birdman myth, the extinction of languages, Wagner’s Ring and the Miami real estate boom and bust cycle. The work asks what spaces have we abandoned in ourselves? While we build skyscrapers as island temples of a consumer based society. How could the earth possibly support a mall the size of a planet? Abundance, consumption, scarcity, conflict, collapse, new order, or start cycle again.
Choreography Heather Maloney
Composer Juan Carlos Espinosa
Dancers Joanne Barrett, John Beauregard, Carlota
Pradera, Heather Maloney
Lighting Design Thomas Fonseca
Writing on Vertical Sprawl from a recent rehearsal visit by Elizabeth Doud
Vertical Sprawl
I can’t describe physics of a vertical sprawl, which has something implicitly architectural; directed and chaotic, but unstoppable like a flood. And also lazy but epidemic in its weight.
There are images of careful construction and collapse that feel gingerly crafted, then smashed down. When intimacy is present, it’s not the same intimacy again and again, but an arrangement of different kinds of closeness, of support, tolerance—willing and begrudged—and necessary, but also fragile cooperation. I can see the work it takes to build something, and therefore understand that when one component is missing, or deliberately retracted, I might have to suffer watching a collapse. Just knowing that makes the strength of each placement an effort of interest.
There is work, not struggle: labor. It’s the labor of artisans; bricklayers, or weavers or sharecroppers… forklifts? Efforts towards an important building up of something that will get unloaded, cracked, blown over inexplicably, or inevitably.
Why do I want it to stay up? Am I sad when it comes down? Relieved?
