Last Love Letter
from Dance Ink: Photographs (1997)
After some thirty-five years of performance and dance making, Trisha Brown retains both her potent allure and her singular astringency. Sorceress, enchantress, the cool mind in the hot body; over and over, she sees us for what we are, sitting in our seats in the dark, watching: voyeurs, the invisible fourth wall of the stage our window. Sometimes, she steps though to talk to us, to look right back.
|Trisha Brown, "If you couldn't see me" (1994) photo: Kaus Rabien courtesy Trisha Brown Dance Company|
Email to Deborah Hay, March 19, 2017
I found out at the theater tonight that Trisha died last night.I didn't want you to find out hearing it on the radio or seeing it in the news.The first time I saw her was dancing with you in Austin--in that white box room near the TruValue Hardware Store on Guadalupe. You both wore white t-shirts with long sleeves, and white pants, and you danced around--the most delicious noodling I have ever seen--for about forty minutes, in silence, in the heat. It was divine.