Alison Chase Performance dancers never fail to bring me to a new place. No matter their intention, I always experience a story unfolding, lives in motion, the dailies. This was a pop-up performance in what appeared to be a repurposed old wooden church, totally black on the outside, all white on the inside, sitting on a residential back street corner, sunlight flooding through the windows, stiff ribbons of shadow. And so on my way home from the Portland Museum of Art ArtWord poetry reading via Rockland and writing at the Farnsworth, there I was. For a heartbeat, even dancing in the light. In case you missed this lesson on your way up, dance is a food group.
