IMPRESSIONS From Paris: Satchie Noro's "Les Absents"Return To Features
IMPRESSIONS OF: Satchie Noro's Les Absents (The Missing)
Theatre Paris-Villette, Paris
April 14, 2012
Choreography and Performance: Satchie Noro
Music: Fred Costa
Lighting and Production manager: Thierry Arlot
Costume: Silvain Olh, Maryse Jaffrain
Advisor: Yumi Rigout
Production Manager: Stephane Lebaleur
© Ann Moradian for The Dance Enthusiast with Photos by Frédéric Kiehn
Noro appears - half in darkness, half in light- casting shadows in the distance. She seems like a giant insect with feet en pointe and arms inserted into the sleeves of, what look like, beautiful bamboo crutches.body is encased in a dress of wooden squares that are linked together loosely. They flap and clack as she moves. When we follow her deeper, through the building's small chambers and odorless arches, we are allowed to sit down:our coats are still firmly clutched around us.
The beauty of art
lies not only in our opinion of it,
but in the degree that it reminds us of our humanity...
Art re-calls us to our lives.
A space has been created out of pipes, hanging lights and wooden planks - like a rat's idea of playground. But Noro isn't a rat.
My friend thinks Noro is going through a metamorphosis from insect to chrysalis as the performer spins on a hanging lamp and steps out of her percussive shift. Later Noro continues her performance in simple black dance clothes, minus the pointe shoes.
I zone in and out as the piece progresses.The visual beauty of such a rugged space, and Noro’s smooth ability as an acrobat intrigue me. I wonder how, or why, she is willing to do four performances in a row in a space this cold, and on a floor that is - despite the huge swath of muslin covering it - hard, broken, uneven concrete.
The idea of her squeezing in between the top of her metal playground and the ceiling, swimming in that little space with just enough room to get through was fascinating. I couldn't help but wonder how many times she scraped her skin on the rough ceiling in rehearsal. (Just one of the thoughts that passed through my wandering mind.)
After the insect part at the beginning, I don't really feel any connection -- it is as if an important part of Noro has been left behind with her armor. She isn't sincerely with us anymore. By the end, Noro renders a smiling, jumping, little girl who spins through the encumbered space. But her smile is truly not that of a joyous girl; indeed ,it belies the depth one senses buried in this beautiful Franco-Japanese woman.
The performance lasted 30 minutes. Afterwards, my friend and I headed off in search of a warm drink. Making the time to chat in a café is truly one of the most pleasurable aspects of life in Paris. What is surprising, perhaps, is that we talked for almost two hours about the performance, finding references in the evening to our own nightmares and dark, unconscious depths.
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