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Invisible Cities - An Appreciation


Ashwini Ramaswamy and Kevork Mourad: Invisible Cities : DanceMN


I came home and immediately listened to the soundtrack of Koyaanisqatsi (or “life out of

balance” in Hopi), the masterpiece of modern music and video by Philip Glass and Godfrey

Reggio. I experienced, with ever-changed ears and saw with new-sighted eyes, the Philip

Glass Ensemble play the full score live with a wide-screen showing of the film at Northrup

Auditorium more than thirty years ago. It was an intense, beautiful and disturbing experience.


Ashwini Ramaswamy’s Invisible Cities, a dance, music and visual show strikes me to be of 

equal ambition and is similarly intense and inventive. The music was dynamic and varied, with 

classical Carnatic (South Indian) instrumentation and modern production alternating and blending. 

The Invisible Cities score is not, like Glass said of his first movement “ahistorical”, but rather it 

takes in essences and excellence from the past 2000 years of Indian music and from today’s house,

hip hop and cinematic sounds.  Kayhan Kalhor is a Grammy-winning Kurdish Iranian musician who

 has toured with Yo Yo Ma’s Silk Road ensemble.  He plays the kamancheh (Persian spiked fiddle) 

and is incredible; Cristobal Tapia de Veer is a film/tv composer born in Chile who has lived most of 

his life in Canada.  His work, including that for The White Lotus, for which he won an Emmy, work is 

very evocative and emotive.


The visual artist, Kevork Mourad, projected on rear and (translucent) front screens his

prerecorded, individually computer-drawn inanimate/animations - abstract shapes and

landscapes and rough-visual projections of rocks, city walls, seashores move across the

screen and the audience is drawn through a temple’s doors and sits transfixed as broken

satellites move into our space. Veils and ribbons and roots and ranks of guards are live-added

to the vision by Mourad’s computerized hand controls. These 75 minutes are the culmination

of years of work, he says. Mourad, based in NYC, draws on Syrian and Armenian themes in these 

visions. With only the music and visuals, the senses would have been well-sated.


But this is a dance performance. Ashwini Ramaswamy of Minnesota’s Ragamala Dance

brought together other choreographers: Alanna Morris [Afro-Modern technique], Berit

Ahlgren [Gaga technique] and Joseph ‘MN Joe’ Tran [modern/break] and her mother and sister

plus six other Minnesota dancers to reflect on the Italo Calvino novel, Invisible Cities . The 

visuals allude to that era of encounters and to the places of Polo and Khan.


The Koyaanisqatsi “story” was conveyed most explicitly with its speeded up movies and

visuals of nature and humanity moving into “life out of balance.” It is dance that is front and

center of relating the more open-to-interpretation story of Invisible Cities.  It is telling that this story 

that reflects on impressions of transnational conquest and exploration is "told" by people of various 

diasporas.


The tension of the insistent and ever-evolving music and visuals is intensified by the

movements and lively beauty of 12 dancers. Ramaswamy with her mother (Ranee ) and sister  

(Aparna) in gorgeous tunics and skirts danced after, among and without the modern dancers -

providing an historical, controlled and, Ashwini hopes, spiritual center to the project. Their

upright postures and rhythmic movements, their stylized and historic Bharatanatyam dance,

often centered in eyes and fingers, contrasted with the frequently antic and acrobatic actions of

the 9 modern dancers. 


These fine modernists’ all-encompassing massed physicality put me in mind of The Joffrey’s 

production of The Rite of Spring with a live orchestra at The Northrup.  And some funny poses and

 moves recalled the broad physical humor of Dominique Serrand, Vincent Gracieux, Barbra Berlovitz 

and Stephen Epps of Theatre de la Jeune Lune. And do pro wrestlers watch modern dancers for some 

quick holds and escapes? My scope of reference has gotten too wide....


The arrangements of bodies framed and immersed in ever-changing projections, first still, then

moving singly and moving as a rolling surf of bodies and moving around the stage didn’t bow

to, in any obvious fashion, the exotic visuals of landscapes, space, prisons and palaces that

seemed sourced in Samarkand and Venice. The dancers did not “enact” obvious scenes but

with swirls, lights and visuals and music and finally, bird song, their bodies sculpted and wove

and drummed and painted a world, not of invisible cities, in my experience, but of boundless 

imagination and passion. Unless passion and imagination are the essence of such cities. This

is art of the most splendid scope and execution.


Notes


Despite some years on the Ramaswamy’s Ragamala Dance Board and fair number of dance 

performances, I’ve not found a vocabulary or voice for dance review. Till now. I think.


This modern masterpiece, Invisible Cities, Wikipedia says, is a conversation between the Emperor 

Kublai Khan and the possibly real explorer, Marco Polo. In which they describe their cities of the world.

 And, I also read, a highly structured and deeply philosophical treatise on matters beyond my reach.


Ranee’s first public dance performance after her move to the U.S. came in 1991 and was a 

combined production with a modern dance group and her own developing Bharatanatyam

work.


More detail from Ashwini and samples at ashwiniramaswamy.com



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