The 20th anniversary for Dusk Dances, almost the anniversary of my first year in Toronto, and a needed break and reminder of the beauty of the city and its communities. The fates aligned to get me out to Withrow Park on the evening of August 6th. I thought that I wasn’t going to make it, that I’d have to let my friend down and skip out on it. But then I looked at how many words I’d written that day and thought, nope. It’s time.
I don’t have as many words to describe the performances as I thought I would. True, I’ve spent this year practicing my reviewing and critique skills. I’m usually eloquent when discussing about what I like and don’t like, what works and what doesn’t in performances. After discussing the pieces with a friend, I realized that in this case, I still don’t have enough experience to contextualize dances to review them in a fair, critical way.
So instead I’ll let some of the images I took speak instead: