choreographer, performer, director, writer, bartender
Performance is a place to practice survival, to inoculate yourself against what is most uncomfortable in life: absurdity. Chaos. Lack of resolution. If the body is the locus of all earthly experience, performance is a place to put it under a microscope. Or telescope.
My dances are magic, animistic, pop-spectacle church services. I find epic poetry in banal moments. In my work, there are the rhythms of different realms of culture: burlesque, standup comedy, church services, Dan Savage advice columns, viral videos, DJ remixes. I search for the ways those rhythms bounce off, morph into, manipulate, and illuminate the rhythms of my body: the rate of my breathing, the pace of my thoughts, the hormonal highs and lows of my menstrual cycle, and the glacial-yet-rapid aging of my body. The results are dances that sing with contrary values systems.
Cats! Love 'em, and their obliviousness to the passage of time. Humans are not so lucky. We see our doom cresting over the horizon. So what to do until then? I propose we remix dances, hug strangers, and wail together. Let's throw our belief and cynicism in the ring together and watch them fight (or hold hands).
Let's draft a new social contract. And pour glitter on it.
by Nichole Canuso Dance Company
at the Bok School
May 8th- June 17th
Then I'm pretty free, so if you wanna hire me for a gig, give me a ringading.
Water, waterfalls, wombs, grief, gravity, glitter, charles manson, chaos, the olympics, natural disasters, encephalopathy, ambition, guilt, shame, violence, relational aesthetics, the politics of mental illness, heroin, cell death, menstruation, banshees, scotland, keening, booze, magic, money, the eagles, tribalism, erica’s sports bar, hopelessness, despair, “sexy nihilism”, spatial anything, reproduction, representation, poststructuralism, the cuisine in hospitals, and Death: The Musical.
A burlesque-postmodern-dance-theater-bad-improv performance. Why does the performance of sexiness look so different from the actual act of sex? Why is it so funny? Why anxiety dreams about losing things in your vagina? Why “Orgasm Wars?” Why clitoris? Why weird bags of fat that hang from your chest?
Combining her knowledge of Presbyterianism, Evangelicalism, Reiki, Wicca, Bodytalk, Dance, Yoga, Performance and Presence, Shamanism, Cat Attunement, Time Travel, Astral Projection, and Snarfding Annie Wilson as Hipster Shaman will draw your demons out of you and cast them into the ground. Or maybe she’ll just pretend to.