Originally published on HowlRound on January 30, 2020.
Tonia Sina in rehearsal.
In case you haven’t noticed, we are experiencing a revolution in the way artists and entertainers rehearse and perform intimacy.
The seeds were planted at least ten years ago, when a few highly trained movement specialists started noticing that they were often called upon to handle scenes of sexual intimacy in rehearsal rooms. Working in isolation, they all realized that while many of their existing skills could be applied to that task, new techniques were necessary to choreograph intimacy in an ethical, efficient way. Today, Laura Rikard, Chelsea Pace, Tonia Sina, Siobhan Richardson, and Alicia Rodis …
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