"Dancers gently connect and disconnect, limbs entwined, gazes calling our attention to details around the rooms. As movement phrases send dancers swirling toward open balconies, the natural light from the courtyard’s atrium plays off lunges, spins, and embraces. Sounds of bells, whispers, a watery piano, and women singing echo in each room and across the courtyard from tiny speakers inside the illuminated lanterns the guides carry. The soft clack of a typewriter in Kenyon’s score suggests America’s burgeoning industrial age...Gardner would be pleased."
- Karen Campbell, The Boston Globe