Review: Raphael Xavier - Points of Interest (Philadelphia Dance Journal)
November 7, 2017
by Ashabi Rich
B-Boys dont pop and lock, but they do hip, hop, break, and fall. They also roll, twirl, spin, flip, skip and, for quick seconds, fly horizontally to the ground. At times, briefly humpbacked and knees flexed, they queue out like indigenous deity Kokopelli. These five dancers, performing Xaviers choreography, put in a hardcore performance that looked grueling and fascinating in its runaway creativity. This dance discipline is a tribute to the endurance of the human body to do seemingly impossible tasks gracefully and rhythmically. It defies bone structure, its purpose, and construction while relying on it all. That bare, hard black floor was a canvas that briefly provided a background for the intense display of living sculptures whose trails of energy were almost made visible. The sound of their respiration evidenced pushing out used up oxygen in burnt Co2 and replacing it with lungfuls of fresh air to refresh those strong hearts and wired, sinew-strapped muscles with chi.
Native Philadelphian Xavier is a renaissance man. Music composer, poetry performer, artist, photographer, dancer, choreographer, mentor and Princeton University professor, he characterizes himself as the kid who refuses to grow up and abhors the thought and reality of aging. At 47 hes kept it together, overcoming a spinal injury that left him paralyzed on his left side. He refused to give in to the prognosis, using his mind and discipline to recover and come back, a living, shining comeback kid, fully growed up despite his denials. Hes exploring that frontier space, a pharaoh with a shining silver ring in his groomed, grey goatee. Beatnik of the breakers.
The youngest performer, Josh Culbreath (who should never be without knee pads), is a whirlwind human Tesla going from zero to sixty in four seconds, stepping out fearlessly to take the ride in his minds eye. He is looking, as are all of them, to continue this dance art form as their visionary mentor/teacher Xavier continues exploring the performance experience of a dancer who must move where time takes everyone lucky enough to stay corporeally on the planet. With the sheer physicality of it, the speed, adaptability to any music, no music, and spoken word, this dance form could, foreseeably, go into Olympic competition. All of the break-dancers, Xavier, Culbreath, Ricky RocAny Romo, Jerry Valme, and Christopher LaPlante brought personal style, configurations, concepts, and energies, though the core movements of hip hop are very real and present. They were layered like notes in measures of a composition_ at times in counterpoint, other times in trigger-sharp unison. Their bodies painted the air with roots reaching into familiar dance forms that have been shared, passed down and handed over from the dance repertoire of Senegal, jazz, indigenous, modern, contemporary, mime, and Angola and Brazils capoeira; not the moving, cold terror often expressed in Japanese butoh, but the tingling thrill of Sun Ras Space is the Place.
Sweat flew from Xaviers brow like an anointed man flinging out holy water over the enraptured. Like fired up molecules in a cell, these five shifted, settled, shook up and resettled. Air sculptures, centripetal movement, individualistic forces, and the fictional oneness of the Borg. Disconnected and connected in turn, Point of Interest is an orchestra of movement. The works are waterfalls of art, musicality, and introspection. They are moving asanas. For sure, all of these dancers are movement junkies. If you know drummers, you get that drummers gotta drum; and for sure B-boys gotta break.