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A hand holds a well-worn book over a sunlit wooden floor, with the shadow of a spider plant beside it. Torn yellow paper scraps stick out as bookmarks. The white cover reads “Interdisciplinary Laboratory of Art Nature and Dance, a Field Guide to iLanding,” above an abstract charcoal drawing of circles, arches, towers, scratches, and stacked squares.
Photo: Emilee Lord
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With, Between, Through

Emilee Lord

20 Years of iLanding

Tissues are scattered all over the black box theater floor. Upstage a white wire waste paper basket sits upside down and empty. On a huge pile of tissues lies a woman in black with yellow crocs, yellow sleeves sticking out of her coat, a yellow scarf and white and yellow pompom knit hat. She stares up at the ceiling. She has a pair of red crocs on her chest.
Photo: Maria Baranova
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It would seem we need each other

Emilee Lord

The GREEF of Christina Gelsone at Baryshnikov Arts Center

Five dancers in Awakening Lion hold ornate lion heads against a dark stage. White, blue, gold, and red heads form an arc above a black lion head held by one of the story’s heroes (a lion dance champion) in a deep side lunge at the front. The performers wear layered, earth-toned tunics with wrapped forearms and lower legs.
Photo: Guangdong Song and Dance Theatre
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When Tradition Takes the Stage, I Stop to Watch

Ziying Cui

Two Chinese dance dramas make me reconsider what I call “my culture.”

On a white background, the words Dance/USA are written in the middle of a circle of blue and green dots.
Photo: Dance/USA
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Policy and Precarity: Thoughts on the End of Dance/USA’s Fellowship to Artists

Brendan McCall

American dance versus COVID, capitalism, and our present-dance culture wars

Zaquia Salinas kneels on a yoga mat in a naturally-lit studio with wood walls and flooring. She embodies a grounded, punk energy, with a half-shaved head and an all-black outfit of a muscle shirt and capri-length workout pants. Her hands gesture out from her body as she speaks to a class of participants who are similarly seated on yoga mats with blocks surrounding them. The participants include one black-haired individual whose head is foregrounded in the image, one white-haired individual in t-shirt and shorts on the opposite side of the room, and a brown-haired person laying down on their stomach reading from their journal as Zaquia speaks.
Photo: WATS (You've Scene Enough Productions)
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Teaching Embodied Activism

ankita

A conversation with Zaquia Salinas

A group of dancers performing in a high-energy dance class under purple lighting. A blonde dancer in a black crop top and heels strikes a low pose in the center foreground, surrounded by smiling group members dancing in high-heeled boots and athletic wear.
Photo: Lauren Berlin
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Healing in My Heels: On the Choreography of Womanhood

Lauren Berlin

A dancer reflects on womanhood, a twenty-year-old memory, and the difference between being watched and being witnessed.

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Applications for thINKingDANCE’s 2027 Emerging Writer’s Fellowship Are Open

In a dance studio with white walls, a light gray marley floor, and two large whiteboards along the back wall, situated above a double-stacked wooden ballet barre, eleven college students lay supine with their arms raised and legs parted in an “X” shape on the ground. They lay at different angles, breathing deeply, following the instructions of the teacher at the front of the room. The instructor, tD writer Jennifer Passios, faces the students. She wears a black Adidas jacket. Her hair falls in a half-up-half down updo as her arms reach skyward in the same “X” gesture that the students make on the ground.
Photo: Jacob Regan
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To You—who I think about all the time:

Jennifer Passios

A letter to my favorite student

The light’s red, the stage black. Dramatic. Devilish. Contrast and shadow are high on the six people in frame. Dead center, a dancer lays. Around her, four people point, laugh, and crouch over her body making the “loser” L on their forehead. In the bottom left corner, someone's leg, hip, and reaching hand are just in frame.
Photo: Matthew Caserta
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Apocalypse: We Hold Us

Xander Cobb

The only things left to live for are our lover’s touch and dancing all night.

Five women wearing a mix of ballet attire and club wear crowd an empty bathtub in a white-tiled bathroom. Two of the women sit on the tub's edge. The other three sprawl out inside the tub. All five look up. The camera captures them from a high angle. Along the walls costumes including silk dresses and white tutus hang.
Photo: Ben Marcus
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Barre, Club, Another Club

Nadia Ureña

One must imagine Petipas at the function.