Sync begins with nine dancers strutting about the stage one by one, then forming duets or trios and leaving no spot unmarked. They move to and from every direction like the sun’s rays, running and pausing in linear patterns that keep their momentum alive. It’s as if Anastasia Valsamaki has discovered an invigorating cosmos strongly linked to physics and geometry. Her choreographic scheme is an energetic circle which rotates endlessly. As the dancers’ solar system of encounters increase, the work’s over-all dynamic wavers from smooth and serene to busy and chaotic. Periodically dancers interact with limb extensions, arched backs and windmill tilts before splitting into individual units again. Sync is both complex and simple in its plan. The spiralling universal flow reaches its peak with sky-high jumps, forceful slides and accelerated spins, leaving me in a harmonious mood and zealous for more movement in my own world.
In the beginning there was light.
Valsamaki designs a harmony of dynamics to rival Nature’s dance. Whirlpools of bodies convalesce, divide and permeate the space with the bubbling physicality of an earthbound spring.
The nine individuals, their essence as transparent as water, cleanly carve the air that audibly fills their lungs. Taut-bodied spontaneous lifts erupt like geysers to plummet back into weight-bearing stillness. Seeking eyes. Saving hands. Momentary couples break apart – solidifying into solitary mountains, slowly pivoting, destined never to touch.
Swirling torsos and swinging arms depict the elemental forces at play. Now the wind, blowing and slicing. Now the leaves, scattering and sliding. As in life, there seems to be no predictable blueprint but rather an organic rhythm of cause and effect.
The humility that underpins the craftsmanship of this piece allows the witness in the surrounding darkness to ultimately rest in the quiet centre of creation.
There is something absolutely mesmerizing about being in Sync. Like satellites in outer space Anastasia Valsamaki’s nine dancers pace the stage. Aloof and serene they follow a secret logic of their own. To and fro, back and forth, carving sharp lines with soft alertness. As soon as one stops, another takes over, in a new direction. A constant rhythm of attraction and repulsion.
You lean forward to find out what makes them tick. And they lean forward, as they become more human, seeking a supporting hand, a brief embrace. Suddenly they sweep the floor in a collective wave or huddle together in a close-knit cluster. Only to go back to their satellite state of being.
Valsamaki has a special gift for creating kaleidoscopic patterns that keep the fascination going – and the dancers too. Sync stands out as a perpetuum mobile, an enigmatic chain of being in never ending motion. The movement is the message.