Vom sprechenden Objekt ohne Mund (weiße Milchkanne auf schwarzem Podest), das die Zuhörenden darüber aufklärt, inwiefern jegliche Form der Berührung lediglich ein atomares Spiel der Ablehnung ist „236“ weiterlesen
With a loud „cling-ing” the bullet’s empty shell hits the floor and someone must have been shot. Yet apart from blinding light, nothing hits the audience – but their nerve endings. We are being offered two shows in one: „235“ weiterlesen
Seven dancers, losely limbed, yet very attentive towards each other, introduce themselves to the members of the audience by introducing themselves into the audience space. Meanwhile, the live drummer is quietly waiting for „234“ weiterlesen
They come on stage, sit down next to each other to form a row, facing the audience with their backs and look at the empty stage in front of them, like boxers before a fight, like sprinters before a run, meditating, gathering forces. „233“ weiterlesen
Quirkiness is the term which best describes these fabulous acts being carried out with a stunning reduction of decor and a wealth of coherent movement material.
The intention is to create a group by pure action: „232“ weiterlesen
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!
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