By Merilyn Jackson
For The Inquirer
The burst of flutes, voice, keyboard, and piccolo gathers turbulently as the dancers bubble across the stage in overlapping torrents – eight, but there seem to be twice as many exiting and entering, over and over, on a grid on the stage floor. The images on the scrim reanimate, oscillating, expanding the effect of a host of dancers.
You are engulfed in Dance , choreographer Lucinda Childs’ germinal 1979 work, a highlight of this year’s Live Arts Festival/Philly Fringe.