When we enter the Packeham Street Art space, the light is subdued, a haze of smoke has invaded the space and a man sits motionless in front of a bowl filled with water. This man is wearing a large white shirt: a monk's robe? A straitjacket?

When the show starts he plunges his head into the water and stays there for a long time, is it an act of self-mortification? 

Then the music takes a new turn, more dynamic, the dancer comes alive: "I move therefore I am", he uses the space, explores it until everything freezes. The music gives way to incantations and the movement to immobility, we then discover the intensity of immobility, a moment of reflection.

Those are heartbeats which take the continuation, it beats the chamade but the body does not follow, it seems to suffer, it is not for lack of trying, again and again, until the collapse. 

The body dies and in the distance three black widows approach with hushed steps. They will take the body away.

It is then that the questions of the beginning find their answers. The bowl full of water is none other than the amniotic liquid in which the foetus is bathing.

We spent a life in review the space of a moment, this show is deep, bewitching and also moving, the choreography of Tyrone Earl Lraé Robinson replaces all possible words and the music transcends them. Minimalist costume but every detail has its importance, the dancer wears a kind of dice on each finger that gives his hands a greater finesse and make them appear longer. The black widows wear red elbow-length gloves, the color hits when their hands are on the body of the dancer.

The dancer Macon Escobal Riley is impressive of mastery, each movement is a feat but also the expression of imperious feelings.

I loved every minute of this show, everything was perfect, until the space used which gives him even more bewitching dimension.