Last night, Nortec Collective graced SummerStage with a performance that included two iPads, two Stetsons, an accordion, a tuba and an enormous, 60's computer-style blinking machine.
The Jet Song, with its surging lines of dancers, reflects the collective power and grace that the gang members find in each other.
The words "Kyrie eleison" — "Lord, have mercy" — have been set to music thousands of times, but in the first bars of the Mass in B Minor, Bach's valediction, they become a peculiarly visceral cry, a collective plea for grace.
The words "Kyrie eleison"—"Lord, have mercy"—have been set to music thousands of times, but in the first bars of the Mass in B Minor, Bach's valediction, they become a peculiarly visceral cry, a collective plea for grace.
The Ardorous, the all girl photography collective whose pictures graced our Photo Issue last month, have their first group show tonight in Toronto.
Time is found in the calibration of the individual to the timing of a collective endeavour, the social grace that less clock-bound societies must practise.
The first piece, Influences, makes spectacular use of every inch of the rink as the dancers explore their relationships as individuals, and their identity as a collective, with wit and grace.
Ornette Coleman proved in the early 1960's that collective improvising can have the grace and might of backyard summer symphonies: cicadas singing against birds, birds singing against grasshoppers.
One such norm, which she confronts with grace, is our collective tendency to view the child-rearing choice as the gap in an impassable rift between the intellectually ambitious and the painfully dull, guided only by their boring biological wants.
A dog and 843 acres of water, woods and emerald textures unveil their collective soul to witnesses who have magically graced their DNA.
