Amelia Reeber's this is a forgery Unsettling, Ambiguous
this is a forgery, Photo © Tim Summers
Last night we went to the premiere of Amelia Reeber’s this is a forgery full-length solo piece at Erickson Theatre, and the first - and most striking - thing we read in the program was “This performance is dedicated [to] the Feminine.” Maybe it would have been better if we hadn’t read that; as a result we viewed Reeber’s performance piece through this “Feminine” lens, helplessly drawing frequent parallels to the ideas of feminine mystique, power and obligation.
Or maybe the tone of the show was set more succinctly by its opening: video imagery of sperm shooting into the vaginal canal, overlaid with a male voice singing “Fucking You Tonight.”
this is a forgery was developed in part with Reeber’s $10,000 winnings from the 2009 A.W.A.R.D. Show!. It’s like Reeber received a grant with absolutely no strings attached. Or if Reeber had a stack of extra cash at hand to fund a project. The question is: what would an artist choose to do if she could choose to do whatever she wanted?
This creative freedom is palpable in this is a forgery. Granted, we didn’t see this piece in its seminal form, back when it was work shopped at On the Boards’ Northwest New Works Festival last June. And there are strong similarities between this piece and Reeber’s Dreamlife solo, her submission for the A.W.A.R.D. Show!; indications of Reeber’s modus operandi when it comes to solo work. But overall, this is a forgery felt like a piece free from obligation; a whimsical presentation of Reeber’s artistic impulses.
this is a forgery is more performance art than dance, and divided into two distinguishable “acts” or parts. In part one, the stage, oddly scattered with unrelated props, is backlit by a video screen. While Reeber’s alta-characters - and a cat - play behind her onscreen, she gyrates, reclines, shouts in a sexy black nightie-type dress, with her legs wrapped in bandages up to the knee. The video antics tend to distract from Reeber’s real-time persona, though we liked the clever interaction between the screen and the stage, particularly as Reeber unwinds her leg bandages in a captivating wiggle, the onscreen cat stalking, then pouncing (to chuckles from the audience).
Part two is more normal, and less interesting. Reeber changes into another girlish dress, the video elements disappear, and it becomes a more standard music-dance-lighting solo. The movement here has increased elements of femininity, the soundtrack calms with meandering trumpets. The show’s conclusion is indeterminate - do we clap now?
Other than a niggling feeling that Reeber is trying to say something about life as a woman, we left a bit confused and unsettled. Is this is a forgery meant to represent a woman’s fractured psyche? Is its title a clue to the piece’s unfocused purpose? How did other people feel about it? What does it all MEAN!?
Regardless, this piece is an example of how financial freedom translates to artistic output. With another season of the A.W.A.R.D. Show! already scheduled (again with $12,000 slated in prize money), we’re interested to see how this annual trend helps to develop Seattle’s contemporary dance community.
April 23, 24, 30, May 1, 8 p.m. // Erickson Theatre Off Broadway, 1524 Harvard Avenue // $15 general admission, $12 students, tickets here


