There is something haunting in waiting till ten o’clock at night in the cemetery of one of London’s oldest churches. Even when surrounded by other audience members, this is not a place one would normally seek out on a nice summer’s evening. Performed in St Bartholomew-the-Great, established in 1123, How Like an Angel was commissioned by the London 2012 Festival and is a collaboration between the Australian contemporary circus company Circa and the UK-based, award-winning vocal ensemble I Fagiolini, produced in association with Norfolk & Norwich Festival. Presented by the Barbican for Beyond Barbican and part of the City of London Festival, the piece is a great example of site-specific nouveau cirque.
A great fan of pieces that engage with actual places, taking the public out of the usual theatre setting, I have seen several site-specific dance works, but never one of contemporary circus. Set here, in one of London’s oldest churches, How Like an Angel perfectly integrates into the old structure. The piece starts in the dark, with the audience gathered in the nave of the church and I Fagiolini at the back behind the crossing, singing Thomas Tallis’ Gaude Gloriosa, illuminated only by their faint reading lights. A cloth is dragged over the crowd in the nave from the crossing to a platform situated opposite. As the light suddenly comes in, one of the performers pulls the whole cloth onto the platform. Then his hand rebels against him, and against his will with unnatural movements undresses him, revealing a white outfit under his black attire.
Dressed as white medieval jesters, the others performers lurk around him, performing human pyramids and contortion acts. Elsewhere, two people balance on top of one. Alternating between the two platforms, each of the six artists perform her or his specialities. From the stunning falling angel on the straps, to the elegant balancing in a perfect split on the aerial silk, to a trio defying gravity on the pole, one can almost see the plastic forms of Bernini’s Baroque martyrs and saints. Between the sacred and the profane, buckets of water are balanced on a performer’s feet, while in a headstand performing the splits, or on their head, while climbing a human ladder. Even a literal Kierkegaardian leap of faith is taken, as a man jumps from the aisle in the middle of the audience. With performers and technicians moving freely among the audience in the dark, one feels directly involved, as the person next to you could just suddenly initiate the next balancing act.