eva yerbabuena

[Press reviews]

Recent press.

A Work of Beauty (El País, september 20th 2004)

Ángel Álvarez Caballero
Nearly everything was wonderful to watch. Eva Yerbabuena danced a lot and she danced well, expressing pain, bending her body. The flamenco song-forms followed, one another, strung together, as in a dramatized sequence…As a show, the piece works well and speaks clearly of a bailaora who knows what she wants – and, more significantly, who knows how to achieve it.

Eva, Four Moments for Eternity (El Mundo, September 19th 2004)

Manuel Martín Martín
The maestra – and long life to the mother who gave birth to her, if you’ll forgive the expression – gave the Bienal four moments for eternity, but also gave us a pause for thought: our praise should not be for those in search of acrobatic or circus-like formulas – it should recognize commitment to discover and present historic truths.

La Yerbabuena Returns with Another Major Work (El Correo de Andalucía, September 19th 2004)

Manuel Bohórquez.
"A Cuatro Voces" is an ambitious and complex show giving physical shape to emotions, sometimes throug contemporary dance and at other times trough flamenco. It comes from an artist who many consider the best bailaora today.

Poetic and Melancholic Eva (Diario de Sevilla, September 19th 2004)

Rosalía Gómez.
When she opens the work alone on stage, performing a seguiriya, she is extraordinary, dancing with the intensity of a heroine from Greek tragedy, contracting her body and lowering herself down towards the stage, then drawing out her inner desolation with her hands in a gesture of solemn violence. Tragedy, but also a masterly lesson in flamenco during which she showed that her footwork is among flamenco’s best.

Hey, Let Me Dance (ABC, September 19th 2004)

Marta Carrasco.
The company makes their entrance and, to snatches of soleá, gradually disappears. At the end of it, dancing at the front of the stage, the bailaora establishes that this is her place. It is. Most definitely. She has earned the night to it, day after day, and it is hers.