I close the blogosphere this year by regaling you with a personal choreographic (ad)venture. I have been in the midst of a choreographic maelstrom. Ever the typical independent artist, I…

It’s been a week since I returned from a whirlwind excursion to my old stomping grounds in New York city. There I was an international student at Martha Graham (when…

As an Australian indigenous contemporary dance artist I am always called on to articulate what that means. My reply has been well rehearsed as I explain that dance is an…

Hi, (imagine head bowed in shame) my name is Vicki, it has been a long time since my last post. I confess, I have been on the other side of…

Dear Vicki, The writing you do on the FORM blog is such a generous gift to the Sydney dance community—writing about shows and showings, many of which don’t get reviewed…

In this age of fake news and false advertising it’s refreshing to actually watch something that delivers what it promises. On the smell of an oily rag Kathryn Puie and…

Afterglow: Generations This Saturday past I braved the plummeting temperatures and ventured to PACT Theatre to take in Afterglow: Generations.  This was a double bill of solos featuring intergenerational artists who have…

It’s been about a month since I last posted because I have been up to my elbows in drama, both of the personal and professional kind. I have been remounting…

As usual I have let the aftermath of a performance permeate my marrow and just before it becomes a faint existence in our collective consciousness I scramble to share a…

As usual I have let an event lie fallow, let life merge and converge before I revisit said event by engaging in print. The event in question on this occasion…

This past week marks what would be a rare event, a decision to forgo this year’s Australian Performing Arts Market, APAM. This was accompanied by an inevitable recurring pang, like…

Woke up to a message on my phone this morning from a friend just wanting to quietly acknowledge our continued participation in dance.  It put a spring in my step…