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Lucifer
Published on March 12, 2008 at 5:01am
In my three years in Seattle, I have never seen anything that can stand next to this piece, written and performed by Vanessa Skantze. With live soundscapes and a simple set, Lucifer takes Skantzes terrifyingly beautiful presence as its focus. Completely nude except for a layer of white powder, she makes her way onstage, her long dark dreadlocks disappearing into the black behind her, contrasting with the paleness of her skin: from that moment on you belong to the performance. Skantzes exquisite body work produces energy that seeps from every pore on her scarred body, delivered to you through her otherworldly voice. She pulls the audience into her hypnotic world so successfully that when the play ends and the bows have been taken, the only thing you can do is remain seated until your mind catches up to the experience. DYLAN SLADKY 8:30 p.m. Sat., March 15-Sun., March 16.
Sat., March 8, 8:30 p.m.; Sat., March 15, 8:30 p.m.; Sun., March 16, 8:30 p.m., 2008