It’s been a while and I’ve been off the radar so to speak, so as a treat I am presenting a whopping three part blog to be digested as a…

A friend of mine informed me recently that I have the life of Riley. Today I am inclined to agree with him. For I am in Tasmania, in residence, in…

Where else but in a rehearsal room can you have a serious discussion about the inner psychology of being a machine- as if indeed you have become one? In the…

Shhhhh. Don’t tell anyone I’m here- with you. I’m out on the lam. Holed up in my house writing a thesis. About dance. Yes, the thing I hold dear, is…

Two men sit facing one another as we fill the theatre for Craig Bary’s In Difference. The stage is black and I don’t look for the bits and pieces that…

I walked through the big ballooned archway to the cries of, ‘Who are ya?!’, and thought for a minute that I’d caught the wrong flight from Newark airport and somehow…

Well, hello, and Happy New Year. No, not from the sunny climes of Sydney’s inner western suburbs, but from the biting, frigid temperatures of New York City. What am I…

A classical company delving into the modernist genre with a hint of verbal theatrics and a company steeped in the neoclassical genre also getting mouthy. What is the world coming…

There is a time when a young person looks in the mirror and sees one or both of their parents staring back. They catch themselves in the middle of a…

I bumped into the guys from Dance Makers Collective rehearsing for DADS (whose season starts this Thursday at Riverside) and was left with a pang of nostalgia. So when artistic…

I hopped on my bicycle last week to STC to watch SDC’s latest season titled Untamed, a double bill consisting of Gabrielle Nankivell’s Wilderbeest and Rafael Bonachela’s Anima. As my…

  I have been scouring Doris Humphrey’s book about choreographic craft titled The Art Of Making Dances. Within it there is a passage, written as a virtual commandment not to…