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"Man oh man! Last night I was fortunate enough to see the last performance of Diane Szeinblum’s piece Alaska at On the Boards. At it’s most fervent moments, the piece cast a hypnotic spell over the audience."

- Seattle MetBlogs

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Jean Lenihan had the following to say about Alaska:

Does a series of forceful, compelling moments amount to a show? Diana Szeinblum’s Alaska, performed by a quartet of untiring, impervious and inconsolable dancers, consists of a chain of incidents that compound subtly over the course of a quick hour. The result is not so much a play, as the director describes it, as an artwork that offers physical evidence of things that never happened. Early on in Alaska, I thought of Richard Maxwell, playwright and director of the New York City Players.

I'm glad I didn't read anything about 'Alaska' before seeing it. I didn't know what to expect; I had no expectation or background or assumption. What I found was four people, not characters or dancers or performers, but people. They each felt the need to MOVE, vigorously and frantically. They moved with an incredible sense of control, and yet they all seemed out of control. There was no clear message, meaning, story, purpose, or throughline to what I saw onstage, even when the beautifully ethereal music (performed live) was added to the mix.

If we examine the darkness in us, where does it go? Does it inflame it? Does it release? Does it spread it around? Although melancholy hangs in the air, the darkness in Alaska is beautiful as it passes out of the bodies of the four dancers in the work. There is pain and there is pleasure, but this organic work gives us time to look and to see the heartache as it escapes. Dancers repeat movement with such commitment and fire that emotion burns through the space.

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Diana Szeinblum comes to Seattle with Alaska, a dance theater work that is as heavy as it is light, as aggressive as it is quiet, as mysterious as it is ordinary. It is a lot of contradictory things. It's perhaps an illumination of the fragmented spaces that are in everyone's minds, silent one moment and thunderous, another. It's a beautiful work that's a lot like walking into someone's lonely room unseen and seeing thoughts that you probably weren't supposed to read, watching moments unfold that you probably have no business knowing.