Bulareyaung Dance Company

Lingering in the ears are the whispers of the loom, which weaves the warp and weft of life like tireless footsteps of the Atayals, who walk into the forest, one step at a time, to weave their own road of migration. Weaving is the soul of Atayal culture. The rustling and whirring of the loom is like a summoning call to the villagers. As long as you know how to walk and weave, you know who you are.

Choreographer Bulareyaung Pagarlava walked into the tribal forest of the Atayal with his dancers to allow the sound of the loom to guide them home from the mist. Grounded in traditional Atayal music and dance, Rustling, Whirring went deep into the mountains to search for the gait of migration, stripping away the excessives, leaving only the purest form of kinetics.

Through simple body motions, Rustling, Whirring invites the audience to enjoy the crisp percussion strikes and pristine ballad voices to retrace the migration path of life.