Posts tagged Faye Driscoll

                                               by Cassie Peterson

Please read my latest performance essay/review about Faye Driscoll’s new show, You’re Me at The Kitchen. This piece was originally published on the wonderful arts site, BOMBSITE.

Excerpt/Teaser:

After reassuming their more earth-bound forms, Faye and Jesse make wild gestures to move across an empty space, together. Through these phrases, they both function as the other’s constant reference point, making strange seductive orbits around one another’s energetic openings and closings. They are attending. Mirroring. Each person’s piercing attention frames the other and makes them visible and known. This is a dance of becoming for and through the eyes of the other. This is a dance about undoing one another. The dancers vacillate between moments of total physical merging and long, unbearable separations and absences. Whenever they are separate for an extended period of time Jesse begins to desperately shadowbox or shadowfuck the empty space around him—a yearning gesture for the union of just moments before. His movements remind us that a self cannot exist without an other to coax, know, and name it into an existence. We fight and fuck in order to make each other real.