“Still, the most invincible performance remains Eiko and Kama’s “Mourning” collaboration with the avant-garde pianist Margaret Leng Tan. Eiko and Koma, who studied with both Hijiknta and Mr. Ohno and have been working in New York since the 70s, choose not to label their art as Butoh. In the end labels don’t matter much; in the spirit of Butoh, it’s the art itself that lives or dies.” – Gia Kourlas, “When Packaging Radical Art, Be Careful Not To Damage The Contents”, The New York Times, 2007
Press Quote – The New York Times, Series of Solo Performances, NYBF 2007
“More impressive was a series of solo performances last weekend. Atsushi Takenouchi, whose body was caked with clay, explored the natural world in “Kizamu.” Denise Fujiwara played a ravaged mother who loses her child in Natsu Nakajima’s “Sumida River.” Taketeru Kudo was a scraggly creature in “Go-Znrashi,” and Takuya lshide, performing “To a Wounded Bird Who Doesn’t Stop Pecking Me,” alternated jerky dance steps with movements at whiplash speed, made all the more haunting by his masklike face. Each solo was full of compelling moments, yet fault could be found in the presentation: cliched lighting, quite a few false endings … Continued
Press Quote – The New York Times, A Timeless Kaidan by Ximena Garnica, NYBF 2007
Ms. Garnica, a Colombian artist, also presented “A Timeless Kaidan,” a three-part work featuring video and installation by Mr. Moriya. Referring to the Japanese word kaidan, which can mean scary story or staircase, the production “is a metaphor for my reflection to the staircase of human ambition,” as Ms. Garnica described it in her program notes. Of the three sections, the first was quite beautiful, largely because of the way projections turned a maze of fabric into shimmering water. (Behind it was a staircase; through the billowy material, it seemed as if the dancers were hovering ghosts.) But for all … Continued
Press Quote – Voice Choices, Beast of Grass by Masaki Iwana, NYBF 2005
“Over seven years of performing, Masaki Iwana stood naked and motionless before audiences. Trying to read his beleaguered body in Beast of Grass is complex and baffling. When he lies tangled on the floor, one knee in the crook of an elbow, he’s a mess of hair, ropes, and body parts. A leg is tethered to one of five hanging streamers inscribed with words. Little bells hang off him on cords. An army cap tops his long hair. Small white clusters pasted to his body drop off as he moves. How long does it take him, squatting, to turn 180 … Continued