CONCERTS + EVENTS:
Days of Beauty
In spite of everything, beauty still inspires. C21 Women's Ensemble invites you along on our musical journey this October through the 'Days of Beauty."
We don't fit the usual. The name of our group represents the world we live in - the 21st century - but that doesn't limit us. We go back, way back, to what got us here. We slap and clap our way through 16th century madrigals and motets, 19th century German folks’ songs, a Bulgarian wedding, and onward to current repertoire that embraces the earth and the empowerment of women.
Dancing in the Dark
Candlelight, movement, shadows...we’re dancing in the dark, waltzing in the wonder of why we’re here. C21, the elite all-women ensemble that performs eclectic, intricate music from around the globe and across time has been delighting sold-out audiences in Chicago for years. Fresh, unpredictable, bold, we embrace the venerable as well as the modern, the classic, the overlooked and the innovative. From tight harmonies to body percussion, we insist on having fun and our loyal audience seems to agree. The program includes “What Happens When a Woman” by Alexandra Olsavsky, Sean Ivory's setting of poet Wendell Berry's “Peace of the Wild Things,” pieces by Argentina’s Santiago Veros and Slovenia's,Makor Andrej and “The Storm,” a body-percussive showstopper that will have you tapping your feet.
Philosopher/poet Meeta Ahluwalia says, “She danced wild across the evening sky, dispersing clouds with the frills of her gown.” We do just that: dancing in the dark, dancing like no one is watching, singing proud and feeling free in our music.
"Will you be my sanctuary, my haven in the storm?” Will we be refuge for one another until we can carry on? Refuge that restores resilience, refuge as prelude to action.
Where do you find sanctuary, refuge, haven, harbor, safe zone, oasis? Music is all of that for C21 women's ensemble as we journey in search of soulful refuge that restores and sends us back to the troubled world, refreshed and ready to re-engage.
Our search takes us from prayers to dreams to finding the strength of our own voice in the summer's wind. Not an escape but a coming home. Safely home to our true selves. To solace in the hand of a soulmate, to the supportive ground beneath a loved one's bare foot, to the cathedral of the natural world, to the sanctuary of morning, wherever it lies, to the calm in our own self assurance. “Dying into love like a cloud dissolving in the sunlight.” Finding ourselves on the other side of the grave itself because a refuge is not a prison. Find your own sanctuary—or at least imagine it from here.