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Angel Ramirez’s Vamos a bailar? at Atlas by Luisa Lynch

A dancer in the spotlight, suspending, pushing, moving with control that cuts through space with intention as cloudy as grief yet as clear as glimmering water. An amorphous group of bodies becoming liquid, fluidly melting into each other like beads of sweat dripping down your back when dancing to your favorite song under club lights..

Luisa Lynch X Elan Robinson + Sydney Goldston at The yellow Room

“What is the difference between a safe space and a hiding space?” a lined piece of paper gently ripped out from a journal asked me, alongside a drawing of two stick figures, a house and another question: “What builds your home?” The two stick figures on the paper can presumably be identified as Sydney Goldston and Elan Robinson, a choreographic and dancing duo based in Washington, D.C.

On Cats, Corpses and Community Care: Amber Lucia Chabus at The Yellow Room by Luisa Lynch

There are few people I know personally who could effectively pull off creating not one, but two professional dance pieces about a very specific animal while making it funny, tasteful, and only a little bit weird. The interesting thing is, both of these pieces could not be more different from each other.

Making Magic and Taking Chances with Emily Ames by Luisa Lynch

Kicking off a dance-filled weekend at a salon-style dance show right off of Rock Creek Park is a great way to remember that dance often takes many forms – and lots of those forms don’t take place on proscenium stages with set music to specific choreography. Sometimes, a dance show takes place in a townhouse living room. Sometimes, a dance can actually be a “Choose Your Own Adventure” type of journey for both audience and performer, where music and lighting are decided in the moment, and props are made backstage in a makeshift scene shop.

The Breeze and The Sunbeam: How Two Friends Made Halo-Halo by Ashayla Byrd

Jadyn is a gentle breeze that compels blades of grass to sway, nudging crisp dewdrops down from the blades’ tips toward thirsty soil. We interned together at Dance Place in northeast DC before I went full-time. A Dickinson College alum, they were probably one of the only people I knew that could tastefully rock a mullet. A calm, soothing spirit, they handled Dance Place’s constantly energetic kids like an expert kitten-wrangler. 
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