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A tribute to the eternal

Legend Lin Dance Theatre’s latest piece is a stunning meditation on the cycles of the tides

By Diane Baker  /  Staff reporter

The love affair between White Bird (Wang Chien-yi) and Samao (Cheng Chieh-wen) is at the heart of The Eternal Tides, Lin Lee-chen’s latest work for her Legend Lin Dance Theatre.

Photo Courtesy of Michel Cavalca

Tiny and soft-spoken, choreographer Lin Lee-chen (林麗珍) is the towering force behind her Legend Lin Dance Theatre (無垢舞蹈劇場).

She is famed for the stern discipline she imposes on the dancers and production team, her slow-motion choreography, an eagle eye attention to detail and the years she takes to create a new work. She demands a lot from the people she works with, as well as herself.

She can be equally demanding of audiences, as evidenced by the first section of her latest work, The Eternal Tides (潮), which premiered at the National Theater in Taipei on Wednesday last week.

It is a stunning 27-minute solo by lead dancer Wu Ming-jing (吳明璟), clad only in alabaster white body paint, a white thong and a massively long black wig, that involves reportedly more than 600 rotations.

Wu is first seen curled in a fetal position, back to the audience, exposed as the long white curtains that had covered the stage as the audience entered are ever so slowly raised.

She gradually shifts into a crouch, then a kneeling position, slowly raising her body until she is standing, all the while turning her head in circles that steadily widen until they consume her entire frame and the long tendrils of hair are whipping out around her as if they have a force of their own.

The longer it goes on the more concerned one feels for Wu and the strain she is imposing on her neck and the rest of her body, and yet you cannot help but marvel at the physical and mental discipline that allows her to keep going — as well as drummers Ho Yi-ming (賀毅明) and Hsiao Ying (蕭盈), sitting on either side of the stage keeping pace with Wu.

She rises, she falls, she gets back up again, over and over and over until she finally collapses with an incredible primal scream and lies writhing on the white cloth covering the floor, wailing and crying so hard her throat must be raw.

I saw last Saturday’s matinee and having attended the previous Wednesday press conference and photo call, I knew what was in store, and yet Wu — and Lin — overwhelmed me.

I felt the entire theater quieting as Wu’s solo went on — no rustling, body shifting or coughing — until the screaming was over.

I think the solo is Lin’s way of telling the audience that time moves on her terms in the performance, and however long it takes for her nine tableaux to unfold is how long it will take.

As in her previous trilogy about Heaven, Earth and Man, the dancers move, for the most part, incredibly slowly and deliberately, half crouched, one foot slowly raised, dragged forward and set down before the other begins to move. The choreography might seem to advance at a glacial pace, yet there is always so much happening, too many things to be captured in one viewing.

However, just when the slow tension might seem unbearable, there is an explosive release of energy, as with Wu’s screams or the primitive male-on-male fight scenes.

Cheng Chieh-wen (鄭傑文) reprises his role of Samao, one of the two eagle brothers, from Lin’s previous work, Song of Pensive Beholding (觀).

His duet with Wang Chien-yi (王芊懿), as White Bird, was the ritualistic mating dance of birds, their colorful plumage on full display, while Chen Chi-shun (陳啟順) danced the role of the other eagle brother.

Wu makes a second stunning appearance, equally bare as the first, but with a black headress and three long fingerguards on each hand, for a solo in which she shifts from bird to Alien-like insect and back, talons clicking and dragging on the floor.

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