There’s a terrific seam of imagery running through Vozdukh Dance Company’s All That I Can Be. A carpet of creased white paper covers the stage. Beneath its surface three women move so that the floor itself seems to flow like glaciers, rise up into Himalayan peaks, or bulge like sheets swollen with dreams. Through the course of the piece, the paper is scrunched and shredded to reveal a new layer underneath; it too will be crumpled, torn, discarded, until no layers are left, and finally the women wrap up the material that had once wrapped them.
A series of carefully constructed, thematically distinct episodes – puppet twitchings, spiralling helixes, a tripartite body that fuses and unfurls – seem more to intrude upon than enliven that trajectory. Choreography and scenography feel at odds with each other.