In an arena-like circle of light, to a sound-collage of voices, Ochoa and Postlewaite approach and tangle with each other. Their movement is lithe and angular as they parry — tenderly and curiously at first, but growing rougher and rockier in intent as they enter a kind of stripping-down process.

Michael Upchurch, Seattle Times

[T]he lighting here in so integrated in telling the story — what looks like a single ring of light separates into two spots that follow the dancers as they move apart. They’re two strong-willed people, and a touch is not always a loving caress — Postlewaite sweeps Ochoa in circles by one leg, where the strength to hold on carries the threat of the will to let go.

 Michael von Baker, The Sunbreak