An Inner Place That Has No Place

Dance, probably the most ephemeral art form, seems like a natural tool for a work about memory loss, but in combination with film, and its ability to create an infinitely repeatable event, it's possible to make a work that continually remembers what it is forgetting. Choreographer Shannon Stewart and filmmaker Adam Sekular have collaborated on An Inner Place That Has No Place, which starts with a commonplace greeting and ends with an anguished plea: "Do you remember my name?" SANDRA KURTZ

Fridays-Sundays, 8 p.m.; Mon., April 16, 8 p.m. Starts: April 14. Continues through April 22, 2012

 
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