An Evening of Forced Interpretation
Review of Spring '26 at Whim W'him Contemporary Dance Center
Written by TeenTix Newsroom Writer REID MATHEWS
Edited by Teen Editorial Staff Member MARIELA VIDELA
To view contemporary dance is to be exposed to a medium of utmost earnestness. Black Moon, one of three pieces in Whim W’him’s Spring ‘26 season, is described as follows: “Time moves like phases overhead—each connection ripening, dimming, and disappearing—while the body carries the fatigue of what remains unspoken.” Whim W’him has opened for their last show of the season. There are three dances choreographed by three individual artists, yet they flatten and morph together. None are particularly memorable for what they wanted to showcase: an unpretentious social commentary that defies and transcends the “rules” of art. Choreography: James Gregg - Photography: Jim Coleman - Whim W’Him dancers
Despite the verbose diction of their program descriptions, the dances offered a fraught and dystopian mood. The dancers were set to a worn concrete wall, their bodies adorned with cold neutrals. The first dance, James Gregg’s Static Bloom, opened with the performers standing center stage, arranged in a three-by-three grid. They were wearing cheetah print jorts and heavy trench coats (which dancer Stella Jacobs described as “badass”). Hyperpop music was playing and the dancers seemed to enter a tortured vogue. Around two-thirds through the performance, the dancers emerged still in their trenchcoats but with nearly nothing underneath. The story—supposed to be a form of divine perseverance—was now being maintained on the basis of sensuality. At the end, the dancers’ movements became more and more discouraged. Instead of ending with the same triumph they opened with, the confidence they possessed at the beginning of the show seemed to dwindle. They ended the performance sobbing.



















