The earliest of these, a burial mask and funerary face covers made of thin sheets of beaten gold, are powerful and moving in their abstract simplicity and evocation of death.
The last two of the work's four movements -- "War God's Horse Song II," a Navajo text, and the brief but chillingly effective "In the Great Night," a Papago evocation of death and transfiguration -- were especially striking.
And such is Wilder's point, to strip American life to its mundane fundamentals and illustrate, with a folksiness that belies the play's rather brutally unsentimental evocation of death, that our mortality is what we share and that, realize it or not, it is what makes our most ordinary moments precious.
The final piece was Barraqué's "Chant Après Chant" (Song After Song), a setting of lines from Broch's novel and a startling evocation of death and decay.
Isserlis wrapped the evocation of agonising death in a shroud of late-Stravinskian colours, while Lemalu's testimony was wracked with yelps of terrible pain.
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"Residue" shows videos of past works, costumes and sets, and has as its centerpiece a tea house structure made from materials -- canvas, feathers, sweet rice, sea salt -- used in their recent "Naked," a brilliant evocation of life and death, animal and human, the natural world and the artificial one that is art.
It is a moving evocation of the mystery of death.
Its highlights included Holst's "Evening Watch" (1924), a dialogue between the weary body and the transcendent soul that was given a strikingly rich-hued reading, as was Mr. Tavener's "Funeral Ikos" (1981), a moving, ethereal evocation of the hour of death, physical and spiritual.
His evocations of its death-haunted stories, its eerie masks, its male actors playing women, though occasionally gushy (Zeami, the 14th-century Noh theoretician, indicates "the infinite heights of beauty"), are so electric and strange, so enchanted, that they made me long for the very dramas that have often sent me toward the exit before the intermission.
In terms of mining his own biography, the standout is the mournful Candles, a subtle evocation of grief at the death of his mother in 2010.
