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I don’t know when I’ve been more moved: Ora Singers at Tate Modern reviewed

3 October 2020

9:00 AM

3 October 2020

9:00 AM

Ora Singers

Turbine Hall, Tate Modern, via tate.org.uk

Hampstead Collective: Start the Week

Hampstead Parish Church, and via the Hampstead Collective website

It’s the breath I miss most. The moment when a shuffling group of men and women in scruffy concert blacks breathe in as one and become an ensemble. Now that our breath is diseased, shrunk from, masked, now that performances are digitally distanced and filtered, smoothed and flattened out on screens, there’s something dangerously poignant about that physical swell of inhalation and exhalation that sets the air in motion at the front of a concert hall.

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