Hollow Matters

Diplôme de Master en Choréographie de Antoine Carle aka Tchivett.
Une production Hochschulübergreifendes Zentrum Tanz (HZT) Berlin.

C´est une choréographie qui va devenir elle-même une sculpture.

En explorant des techniques de moulages comme principe de création, les performeur*ses se rencontrent autours de moulages négatifs. Les corps-sculptures qui en émanent se dé-construisent dans leur matérialité, et se re-construisent. Dans la confrontation de sa propre corporalité avec la rigidité des frontières normatives se questionnent les normes sociales et se formulent de nouveaux corps.

Performance: Hana Tefrati, Camille Käse, Josefine Mühle, Rafi Martin & Zoe Lohmann

Choréographie: Antoine Carle / Tchivett

Lumière: Elliot Blue

Musique: Body Fool

Sculpture: Jeremy Barzic

Textes et prothèses: Zoe Lohmann

Dramaturgie: Vanessa Budai

Conseil sculpture: Vasili Berela

 

Termine :                                                                                                    

14.01.2019 | Sophiensaele, Festival Tanztage | Berlin          Rezension: http://www.tanzraumberlin.de/HZT--2224-0.html

14.01.2019 | Sophiensaele, Festival Tanztage | Berlin   

22-23.06 |  Ufer Studios 14 | Berlin

22-23.06 |  Ufer Studios 14 | Berlin

"My eyes fly over this shape engraved in the matter. My eyes are drawn into this hollow, its silence and emptiness as a magnetic force. Its concave shape offers space to my body. My mind is already flowing inside, my fantasies infuse into the darkness at the bottom.
I'm softening and melting to the hollow, I lose the sense of the limits of my own body. Floating in a liminal space between matter and myself, between immobility and movement. My thoughts are drifting. I meditate on what gives us a shape.

As I’m pushing out, in search for definition, i become a sculpture in front of you. The contour is traced, between the force of the matter from within on one side, and the framing powers of your eye on the other side. Somewhere between me and the other. Who decided? Why separated?
Fairy friction. Of my bodily utopia against the walls of the normative mold, two worlds colliding.

Is it for you the same as it is for me? Is my skin the border you have to push against? Each one of us trapped inside of their own shell? Is it ever going to be different? Will i ever be able to appear to you? Will we ever be one again?"

  Zoé Lohman