I think that I previously mentioned that I had seen Giselle at the local theatre. Well, this evening I went to see something quite utterly different - Twelfth Floor - an interpretive dance that attempts to show the feelings and creative outlets of those in institutional confinement.
It was only an hour long with just five dancers; and while it was not quite what I had expected, it was certainly a dynamic set with the dancers either bouncing all over the place or moving quietly across the stage.
I don't think that I really know what I think or feel about the whole performance. I suppose that interpretive dance is an acquired taste. I was certainly impressed by the dance but it didn't leave me feeling uplifted or inspired, just a bit perplexed at just what they were trying to tell us!
For instance, we had two of the men dancing in competition with each other to see who was the best man, we had the custodian of the other four dancing in a very erratic manner - perhaps we didn't really know who was truly mad! We had the other man and woman dancing around each other, the man following the footsteps of the woman with a piece of chalk - quite moving really.
Let's just put it this way - I am glad I went, but I don't think that I would have missed anything if I'd decided not to go. Mind you, it was rather a spur of the moment thing anyway as someone else said that they were going and so I decided to tag along too!!