It was quite a challenging show. It started off easy, traditional Lanna dance, albeit in a scrap yard.
Then it started. First a series of motifs, numbered instructions such as "dance while eating", "while doing the housework" ...
I began to feel uncomfortable.
She started pulling clouds of sequins out of her bosom. And the stage was obscured in flutters of dollar bills.
I got the message, but heavier were to come.
She began machine-gunning her two sisters sitting peacefully on the coach. And thus began a long long dance, the three of them. They weren't sisters, it was her husband and child, the slow and painful break-up of a family, the mother eventually kicking out the husband, putting her daughter into the care of parents in the village, while she goes to seek work in the city, any work.
Difficult to understand the penultimate sequence, involving her and her freelance assistants.
Ultimately, all our dreams came true, as she took of her clothes for a final burst of the most beautiful Lanna dance, she is a perfection of the art, and we are asked to vote our applause with a trinkle of money in the donation box. Bringing us nicely back to earth, to the start, we wake up.
All very clever, very arty, very true, very beautiful.
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