DANCE PROGRAM PRESENTS “UNBEKNOWN PATHS”

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Unbeknown Paths

From all corners of the state, the dancers of the Perpich Arts High School Dance Program are happy to present “Unbeknown Paths” on May 1 and 2, 2025. The spring concert is the culmination of a semester of work. The dancers will demonstrate their creativity, choreographic skills, and performance expertise in student choreographed works, faculty work, and guest artist work. These dancers followed a path that somehow brought them together in the dance program at Perpich. While here, they have leaned on, learned from, and grown with each other. Now, the paths will diverge again into distinct, beautiful paths. The works range in style, musical choice, and intention, revealing the dancers’ individual accomplishments and their strong feeling of ensemble. The title, ”Unbeknown Paths”, refers to the feeling the students have about moving on different paths at the end of the year. The dances range from dynamic to fluid, from formal to fun, with a range of intensities. Congratulations to all involved with the show!

Unbeknown Paths

Choreography by the Perpich Arts High School dance students and guest artist: Davente Gilreath (Dance 2010)

• Six dancers from six Minnesota communities
• Sixteen student choreographed dances
• One guest artist
• A million ideas of inspiration
• One community
• Two priceless evenings

Dancers:
Mia Botz – Minneapolis
Sam Ek – Thief River Falls
Ella Gorter – Pipestone
Ana Kol-Balfour – Minneapolis
Alma Soave – Minneapolis
Dani Wyborny – Big Lake

Dance Instructor – Mary Harding
Lighting Designer & Sound Board Operator – Ellie Simonett
Guest Choreographer – Davente Gilreath

The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.