Choreography | Jane Chan 陳楨

Music (HK) | Frankie Chan 陳詠俊

Lighting (HK) | Karen Kwong 鄺嘉欣 & Jane Chan 陳楨

Costume (UK) | Izzie Byers

A piece inspired by Jane’s late grandmother who suffered from Alzheimer’s disease, the older adults she met through movement and dance projects in community and hospital settings, Jane explores the emotions behind these personal stories; the uncontrollable constraints, be it physical, mental, circumstances that were imposed on individuals who rise above the void.

Void explores freedom within a lack of means. Void reveals the beauty and brutality of human life: the strength and fragility, the joy and the sorrow…

Void (work-in-progress) | Fringe Club, Hong Kong | 2 & 3 Feb 2018

Void | Resolution, The Place, London | 11 Jan 2019

Void | Multimedia Theatre, HKICC Lee Shau Kee School of Creativity | 23 Feb 2019

Void | Future Fridays: Jane Chan & SungIm Her | Chisenhale Dance Space | 12 Jul 2019

Void | Live Drafts, The Yard | 8 Oct 2019

Supported by Amina Khayyam Dance Company, Chisenhale Dance Space, Hong Kong Economic and Trade Office (London), Kala Sangam, Starwave(HK), The Yard.

Chan’s choreographic voice is nuanced and humane’ by Anna Mortimer

‘Chan maintains the grace, the extension and perfect lines of a classically trained dancer. In that we have the beauty of the paradox - the simultaneous impression of a crumpled old woman and a dancer in control of her craft.’ by Sanjeevini Dutta

The first performance on the first night at the Place’s annual Resolution Festival presented last answers to final things. Vastness itself was address in the response only a solo performance can resolve. Jane Chan’s Void, uncluttered by any article, opens with a visual display of the human, not its predicament, but our condition. In crude parlance she’s got our number - and that number is infinite. From darkness, she appears flowing in white, seated beneath a hovering of light, but somehow she is giving out that encircling dark set round her. The white vapour hovering above, not quite a cloud, is more a suspended ether balancing with the human waiting below. In double reflection, before the first movement of this body supple in its rigor, we are known to ourselves. Here glows a radiance she will simultaneously animate and eliminate with her physical grace. We watch as she both enacts and erases the courage and dignity which impelled this work’s creation.

Visits to an infirm grandmother impelled this response to all those in hospital; to all those sheeted and swaddled in white. That was but the place of departure, she arrives with a work of hands which are the evening’s real illuminations. Their classically informed gestures developed more personal character in space than I have ever witnessed on any stage. Ever evolving, turning out and in, rounding in angles, flowing to heart and out again, we witness the human struggle with the Absolute which never takes notice. Oh but we do of these addresses to empty space by this silent kathak of hands refusing to cease thought their singing fingers are unheard, unanswered and unseen. Though the body rises and falls, though three times the light extends but cannot be walked into, though all that surrounds can neither be grasped nor whipped away nor foreshortened, the audience is left saturated and astounded by nothing. -Void - Jon Seymour

Videos by Seetal Kaur

Images by Simon Richardson & Seetal Kaur