Cloud gate dance theatre of taiwan

Summer 2017 – June 2018


Dancers/Performers: 15-20
Artistic/Administrative Staff: 3
Production/Technical: 3-4


Heralded as “the most important choreographer in Asia,” and honored in 2013 with the prestigious Samuel H. Scripps/American Dance Festival Award for Lifetime Achievement, Lin Hwai-min often draws his initial inspiration from traditional Asian culture and aesthetics, but he doesn’t stop there.

With dancers trained in meditation, Qigong, internal martial arts, modern dance and ballet, his Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan transforms the ancient aesthetics into thrilling modern celebrations of motion. Dance Europe exclaims: “No company in the world dances like Cloud Gate. It presents a distinct and mature Chinese choreographic language. The importance of this evolution in Asian dance is no less profound than the impact of Forsythe’s Ballett Frankfurt on European classical ballet.”

The company’s February – March, 2018 six-city U.S. tour of Lin Hwai-min’s new work FORMOSA, includes engagements in Iowa City, Chicago, Chapel Hill, Fairfax, Costa Mesa and Seattle.




In the 16th century, gazing out from the decks of ships off the coast of China, Portuguese sailors saw it; a great green mass, thick with mountains and trees, rising from the sea. “Formosa!”- they exclaimed- “beautiful!” anointing the verdant place that would come to be known as Taiwan. In this new work, choreographer Lin Hwai-min and his company take that appraisal as inspiration for their own work of abstract beauty born from land and lore. 

Using gesture, script, song and other elements from the island as raw material, Lin and the dancers create a lustrous, transfigured sphere in which only the universal remains- a playground of love and life mediated by tragedy, hope and rebirth.

Recorded music by award-winning indigenous singer Sangpuy, serves as the soundtrack Luminous projected images of Chinese character typefaces, interlocked and overlapped, provide the stunning visual backdrop. Devoid of specific meanings, they merge in teeming thickets to evoke a host of imagery: mountains and rivers, earthquakes and tsunamis, ancient inscriptions, a black sun. They seem to imply writing as a precarious vehicle for memories, which blur and recombine at the whim of history’s wind.

At the work’s end, a blue sea appears amid the characters only to wash them away in the waves. The ocean rages. The dancers exit. The stage turns to a vacuum of white.



Complete Technical Rider upon Request