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Fancifully costumed, Sheri Brown tiptoed, tromped and stomped through the tulips in a bit of performance art that succeeded in eliciting several moods in a brief amount of time. It was poignant, then hilarious and finally more than a little bit scary. Discrete yes, discreet no. Voice and visuals took us on a brisk jaunt through a batch of emotions. Dorothy takes a break from her walk on the yellow brick road to enjoy, then dismember, the flowers? Tiny Tim on steroids?
 International
Examiner Archive #3124
15 December 2004
dk pan: bridging dichotomy
...On opening night I saw butoh artist Sheri Brown “wondering where she
came from.” With total muscle control she moved through all stages of (her
mother’s?) life. From baby “amazing daughter of God,” to “mental
health care” suffering adolescent and cello playing adult. And perhaps
I only imagined all that. But I was trying to understand (bridge the dichotomy),
and so seemed the rest of the audience, for we all sighed with relief when Sheri
ended her performance, “birthing” herself with the aid of a hoop,
and thank goodness with a smile. Butoh ain’t that dark a dance anymore!...
Seattle Gay News
30 April 2004
Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid
...But the most alluring, eerily disturbing and yet luminous piece of the evening
was Sheri Brown's "Pink Rak Traks," which featured classic butoh moves
with some performance art asides thrown in for more "pow." I loved
this piece, and loved how unselfconsciously Brown let herself be taken over by
her dance character, even to the point of making the audience believe the pain
and anquish she conveyed at one point, when she screamed into the faces of those
in the front row. A stunning and memorable piece, this one stood out, as did
the last piece, which made for a banquet of sensory images and experiences that
won't soon be topped. |
