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Claire Vivianne Sobottke & Silke Bake (as curators): Songs for Love and Rage. 26.08.2018, Tanznacht, Uferstudios, Berlin.

Bright flowers, out of focus, in…

Giant circular frame, salvaged from some other work, light up this scene with your recycled incandescence! Soft sheepskins, beds for butts and bags under low-hanging bulbs, neighbor to loud hard emotional music we aren’t allowed to hear, cradle us! Pile of sand in the corner and adjacent tropical-looking leaf plants, provide depth and versatility to this space by giving artists the option to perform within your bosom! Wacky white guy making sounds, embarrass me!

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Alan Lucien Øyen / Tanztheater Wuppertal: Neues Stück II. 01.09.2018, Volksbühne, Tanz im August, Berlin.

Who is harder than Pina Bausch to follow? An exciting but formidable task, surely, and, anyway, making things is hard, let’s not forget that. We can’t deny the beauty in those arms, the sheer presence she had, the ever perfect timing—we couldn’t stop watching the veterans, for everything they did, even nothing, was immense, but it was a pity to watch them do that, viz. nothing „230“ weiterlesen

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Noé Soulier: The Waves. 30.08.2018. HAU2, Tanz im August, Berlin.

It’s like the dam has broken. Crashing into space, bursting out of nowhere, starting together but continuing alone, collecting in clusters only to be ruptured by the overwhelming forces of the restless ocean. They are guided by a stream of percussive throws (aiming at imaginary subjects or objects or coast lines?) and as they pass through floods and droughts they stay highly in tune with one another and those high-pitched tones, repeatedly disturbing the space with rhythms that are never completed but rather constantly interrupted. This great body of water, this mass of collective processes, this surging machine that has no goal but to recalculate itself, to multiply, to proliferate in soft, intermittent ripples or in sudden, sweeping blows; and I am left to wonder, will we one day be dancing to the beat of the algorithm?

Like the shuffling of feet on the pavement.