Daina Ashbee
Serpentine

Didier Morelli
American Realness, La MaMa, New York
January 9–11, 2019
Daina Ashbee Serpentine, 2019.
Performer: Areli Moran
Photo: Carlos Cardona
American Realness, La MaMa, New York
January 9–11, 2019
[En anglais]
Standing in the basement of La MaMa, waiting for Daina Ashbee’s Serpentine, it was impossible not to share the audience’s sense of anticipation. Like many of the artists invited to participate in American Realness, the one-month performance festival in New York, Ashbee pushes the boundaries of live art by attacking the disciplinary norms that govern it. Known for creating viscerally cathartic work, she uses repetition and slow movement as a critical lens, shaping narrative arcs in her choreography through accumulations of physical and temporal fatigue. Considering themes of female sexuality, trauma, environmentalism, and her Métis identity, Ashbee generates carefully detailed and affectively charged pieces. As bodies reiterate gestures, as sounds are re-emitted, and as trajectories are unapologetically revisited within a single event, Ashbee’s work is unafraid, brutally honest, and unequivocally effective.
Daina Ashbee
Serpentine, 2019.
Performer: Areli Moran
Photo: Carlos Cardona

Once inside the theatre, we encounter dancer Areli Moran lying naked in a child’s pose with her arms between her legs, head to the ground. Over the next eighty minutes, to the sound of a composition for electric organ by Jean-François Blouin, she repeated a sequence of initially slow and deliberate, but gradually more aggressive movements. Silently shifting her weight forward across the stage in undulations, the definition of every bone, muscle, and tendon was enhanced by an oily substance coating her body and the floor. With exacting precision and skill, Moran allowed her limbs to take on new shapes, extending into the air and pushing against the floor as she moved forward. Midway across the stage, after fully exploring the range of the initial motion, the crawling and slithering intensified as she began to execute a Worm dance that progressively became forceful and violent. Alternating between slapping her pelvis and chest into the hard floor with intensity, the sound of flopping flesh hitting cold ground and panting for air rang throughout the space. Moran struggled through the pain and fought the exhaustion, making indiscernible sounds between each breath. When the sequence ended, she unceremoniously returned to her starting position, performing the series of actions two more times.

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