‘She stomps on tattered shoes into the long narrow performance space, all concentration, moving forward along a line looking straight ahead into the moving light source. She switches her half smiling attention to the audience flips into a set of sideways almost Indian dance poses, half turns of the body. Her attention moves to her assistant with the light as he moves to another part of the space. The shadow of the tiny dancer shoots up across the wall. Her movement is sometimes eccentric, sometimes reminiscent of something ‘oriental’ sometimes ‘exotic’ sometimes minimal. Loud grunge by beck interspersed with silence counterpoints the performance. She completes the piece with a perfect swan dive into her tatty shoes. She brings the house down with her’.                     Keith Galasch, Realtime