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            on the Verge, 1: TransformationsGo Home
 Cycling the Journey with Dawn Akemi Saito
  By Peggy H. ChengCopyright 2003 Peggy H. Cheng
  NEW YORK -- "Blood Cherries," 
              written and performed by Dawn Akemi Saito at Dance Theater Workshop 
              as part of its Carnival series, is a solo performance that is fully 
              saturated, deeply moving, and peppered with degrees of humor and 
              kindness. The key collaborators in the piece feel truly key to the 
              process of this journey, matching Saito's dynamic shifts point for 
              point with widely imaginative and compelling lighting by Philip 
              W. Sandstrom, striking visuals by Eva Mantell, and a sound and music 
              score designed by David Van Tieghem that is often the wave that 
              the text rides. The work is directed by Jonathan Rosenberg and Sabrina 
              Peck, with choreography by Peck and Saito, and dramaturgy by Robert 
              Uno. Saito's one-person show is backed by a team of intelligent 
              artistic choosers and implementers, giving her already strong force 
              as a performer increased impact.
              Saito undergoes a kind 
              of ancestral journey, an exploration of the spirits of her characters, 
              spending time as a rearing and restless horse, the mother, the living 
              and dying father, the French husband that is also a Jesuit priest 
              in training, and the young woman who is the daughter and wife. The 
              text is often tongue-twisting, but somehow the words fell into my 
              ears through their flow and rhythm, allowing the puzzle pieces of 
              the story to knit together as the scenes came and went. The father, 
              mother, and husband are played with a sincerity and kindness that 
              allows their faults to be the reasons we care about them even after 
              they anger us. 
              The physical transformations 
              that Saito is capable of undergoing are an easy hook for my interest. 
              As the characters reveal more and more, the transformations increase 
              in intensity; like memories or dreams, the faces melt into each 
              other, and Saito's body begins to look as if it will explode. The 
              body becomes a casing, bursting with the life/spirit/story within. 
              As I watched I felt at times emotionally moved, at other times fascinated 
              by the visual spectacle I saw before me. The exploration of the 
              distorted and contorted can be seen throughout and is underlined 
              by the various elements in the piece. There is even a metamorphosis 
              within the father character from one version to another version: 
              the Buddhist priest strong-jawed father becomes a cool cat of a 
              jazz musician, still dispensing his wisdom but with a much looser 
              lip.
              At the end, Saito stands 
              before a clean slate: a kind of supernatural and expansive light, 
              as when the sunlight is strangely white, and people are willingly 
              or not taken into this light. It is at once a beginning and an end, 
              and like an earlier vignette in which an image of a circle, perhaps 
              a moon or sun, is slowly filled, the light recedes and fills at 
              the same time, remaining complete, continuing to fulfill its cyclical 
              journey.
              Dawn Akemi Saito performs 
              again Saturday at 7 p.m. and Sunday at 2 p.m.. For more information, 
              please visit the Dance Theater Workshop web 
              site.
               
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