Balanced on her shoulders, with back to the audience and feet skyward, dancer and choreographer Luna Cenere’s bare back appears first as a monolithic Easter Island face. With subtle movements, and aided by Gaetano Battista’s lighting, Cenere makes it seem to wink and smile, even. It’s an intriguing image – having watched so many bodies this one is watching us. What does it know? What can it tell us? A voiceover whispers ‘I have no tongue’, so whatever it is will be told through the body only.
Moving with sustained precision, she takes on sculptural, organic shapes. Spider fingers creep across the landscape of her back, while sounds of wind and stones call sand dunes to mind. Larva-like, she writhes on the floor, longing for metamorphosis, but when she rises to her feet the solo loses some focus and intensity.
Sensual and solitary, Cenere’s Kokoro is beguiling, if a touch uneven. Her procession towards a shaft of light off stage draws the eye. Where is she going next?