Moved by Shakespeare

Here was my task. Interpret this dark poem through dance.

SONNET 147

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Each choreographer for Flatlands Dance Theatre selected one of Shakespeare's sonnets to create a work around. This sonnet, one of the "Dark Lady" sonnets, appealed to my sense of the romantic and dramatic. And yet how to express the poet's obsessive attraction to one he now despises, especially when I had three female dancers to work with. (Later I got our only male dancer to step in and become the poet's eyes) I always love a creative challenge. 

"Past Cure"- choreographed by me. Music by the Kronos Quartet. Voice over of sonnet by Richard Privitt. 
Dancers: Sarah Mondle, Kyla Olson, Emily Winton, and Stephen Anaya.
Rehearsal photos by myself. Performance photos by Andrea Bilkin. The wonderful lighting by Emmett Buhman.
My concept: We only know this lady through the eyes of her beloved. And we assume from the last two stanzas that she is an evil, betraying bitch. But what if she not just that? We are only seeing one point of view at one particular time. So......I let each of my three dancers represent the same woman at three different phases of a relationship.
Infatuation:

Love:

 Betrayal:

Infatuation and love fall away and yet he still cannot free himself from her hold over him: