In From X to Z and back through Y a pit of darkness separates the performance action from the audience. The performer accompanies on the piano the mechanical recording of a song she has just performed. The recording of words and ‘improvised’ sentences uttered a minute ago serve as the soundtrack and trigger for a dance punctuated by the gaps that result from an obstinate paraphrase. New senses are formed from deconstructed bits and pieces of recent – though past – realities.
“The visible can be arranged in meaningful tropes; words deploy a visibility that can be blinding.” Jacques Rancière, The Future of The Image
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When life forces you to let go of something
notrump
When something is about to be accomplished and you know continuation doesn’t make much sense
make a bid
When a new phase starts to come into view in front of you
pass
Gaps hollow out everywhere
I redouble
From X to Z and back through Y
is the last project presented as part of my studies at the SNDO (School for New Dance Development)
premiered at the Melkweg on Friday, June 12th, 2009.
was part of this years’ two SNDO Graduation Festivals, To Be Continued, which took place at the Melkweg in Amsterdam and at the Sophiensaele in Berlin.
Initially desired by Gabriel Brito Nunes
Shared with, choreographed with the help of and performed by Emma Wilson
With artistic collaborations of Jeanine Durning, Lily Kiara and Robert Steijn.
Light design by Ellen Knops
Sound advice by Geert Oddens
Dedicated to GPRTK
Dear X,
Look at me and cause me fear
I’m numb and that’s all that feeds the fire
I sometimes have no ground in between the stimuli
Yet it propels me to join the fight
But I belong to both armies
And I’ve lost the nature of the desire
What used to make sense is no longer
I once wished my backbone would divide in two
Manifest your layers
Don’t try
There are no ways of catching vibration with your hands
It slips through as much as it’s felt
I want the most out of the configuration
Of what is latent
But don’t turn me into surplus
I can’t sew straight
Without the hem
Can’t build focus out of retaliation
I go my way
And forget to notice the hook broke loose
Only segments
Nothing emerges
Give me the illusion
Shallow waters are warmer
I wear my gloves
Wrestle within the distance
Get pulled back
Nothing there but a hiatus
We are within spitting distance
Whenever it’s likely
I turn myself into defeat
And hit the ground
I eventually give it a frame
Built with the most of cares
So much but you don’t dare
Sometimes only sidetrack feels home
But it falls apart as I look ahead
Bridges are no good shelters
The more I build, the deeper I dive
The more I create, the further the ground
You polished
But you missed the source
I miss the sense’s whisper
Blow a fist, shape the figure tight
Hit the cage and bring it to life
What is to share in a fan of feelings?
How to be close and not grip
How to be far and not imagine
How to sustain the unseen
How to trespass the conditions
How to ache and move
Give me no reason for I know how wrong I am
