Resin, the showcase of Lines Ballet’s fall season, exemplifies what makes the company a treasure for San Francisco and the world of dance. Set to the music of the Sephardic tradition (songs of the Jewish diaspora into Yemen, Spain, Morocco, and Turkey), Resin makes one wonder why more choreographers have not used this music; its complex syncopations meet their match in the sharp rigorous movements of the ballet-trained body, its sinuous vocalwork, in spines made lithe through years of port de bras. (continue reading)
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