Tango Undressed

The critically acclaimed Tango Undressed is now available for touring!  Miami Contemporary Dance Company’s Tango Undressed is a quilt of visceral pleasures and emotions.  Inspired by the experiences of Ray Sullivan in his adopted homeland of Argentina, Tango Undressed explores the emotional and physical underpinnings of Tango through a fusion of contemporary dance and Argentine Tango.

Your Blood My Blood

Your Blood, My Blood is a theatrical dance piece and a call to action.   Set in the style of an African folk tale in the not too distant future, the piece celebrates the vibrant music and dance of the African continent mixed with silence and suffering of the AIDS epidemic.  Your Blood, My Blood is a haunting story about hope told through the language of dance.

Love Without Permission

…and what of the lovers?  What about those very special people whose love and passion moved them so greatly that they chose to live their lives together even when faced with discrimination and oppression to the point of grave danger?  This moving work honors those who have loved, and exalts the beauty and bravery of their decisions.

 Asiasong On Our Soil

Artistic director, Ray Sullivan calls AsiaSong On Our Soil his choreographic response to the tsunami disaster in Asia, and Hurricane Katrina that devastated New Orleans. A work that explores the process of rebuilding and the evolving human spirit, Asiasong On Our Soil is a celebration of the human connection that reaches beyond borders and unites us as one!

The Death Of Garcia Lorca 

Frederico Garcia Lorca was executed by a “Death Squad” shortly after the beginning of the Spanish Civil War for his political views and apparent homosexuality.  His body was left in mass grave and Lorca’s work was banned in Spain until 1971.  The Death of Garcia Lorca explores to unanswerable questions:  After writing such an extensive and dramatically deep body of work, what could Garcia Lorca have possibly been thinking in the moment the shots were fired?  Using the image of  Death in her spoiled child-like manner, as she sat on the coffin that Garcia Lorca never had; could death possibly have known the greatness she was taking from this earth?