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About the work

 

Like the flow of water, never changing its essence but adapting constantly to what it comes in contact with, our memories and experiences adapt to circumstances and variables creating endless different perspectives of what was, what is and what may be.

 

We reflect on this element of ‘perspectiveness’ and changeability by exploring the development of a dance piece from its initial explorations to the final build up of a singular piece of work. Out of the many possible versions, a unique piece, a unique perspective of an event. An event that is captured as a final piece of work and becomes its own being, while the process towards its making remains raw and close to its essence of endless possibilities, and the remembrance of it, during and past its creation, becomes a tainted reflection of our own state and attachment to it at any  given moment.

 

Sometimes longing and full of nostalgia, sometimes excited and even curious towards what it still can become. We play with how this singular event and what surrounds it stays in our memory, closer or further from what it was, depending on our perception of it, possibly even changing with time. And what is more real, the event itself or the memory and its imprint as it is replayed in our mind, and stays with us?

 

Presented through notes and video archives that document the research and process (time-dependent, evidence of the progression) towards the making the piece, and intertwined with the archives of our own memories of such process (subjective, whimsical, unordered, timeless, emotional), we navigate different insights and perspectives of the making, the doing and the reflecting on agua (water).

agua (water)

Friday, mid May '22

- around 10pm

R&D notes, after rehearsals today.

 

There are a lot of contradictions in the movement and that is something I love. ‘Cause it can never leave you indifferent. And indifference is one of the things I don’t tolerate well, a dead end. But if we manage to go in a circle through lines, there must be something to it.

 

Movement offers endless possibilities, is stillness one of them? How can it be?

 

If you go forward and retrace your steps back, did you move at all? Is there progress? Was there anything created in the back and forth or did you come back to you exact starting position? I think it’s a choice. Do you?

 

Is constant movement, movement at all?

 

'A motionless flow.'

Wednesday afternoon, june time - around 4pm.

 

Notes and reflections after studio practice

 

Retracing backwards has been an interesting experience. Like being swept by a tide that knows where it’s going while you remain clueless, handing over your choices, while your only choice is to release.

 

Trusting. Curious even, but without interfering. The path is traced.

 

There’s a freedom in the inevitability of it all. Like your mind isn’t involved, tuning into frequencies and noises that overcome. Freedom in trusting that wherever the path takes you is where you’re meant to go. Freedom in doing nothing and allowing everything.

Another Wednesday afternoon, mid-July -3:30pm.

Discussing rehearsals notes and thoughts, on the way back from the studio

 

The softness was never a part of the idea, it is simply what poured out of the rigidity and the strength of the lines. The purpose and intention. Direction. Unilateral and focused. And it makes me wonder, why?

 

I guess there is more progress when there is calm inside. There is more strength. Conviction. And conviction can be soft, because it doesn’t need to impose itself on anything. It is. Like water.

Wednesday afternoon, june time - around 4pm.

 

Notes and reflections after studio practice

 

Retracing backwards has been an interesting experience. Like being swept by a tide that knows where it’s going while you remain clueless, handing over your choices, while your only choice is to release.

 

Trusting. Curious even, but without interfering. The path is traced.

 

There’s a freedom in the inevitability of it all. Like your mind isn’t involved, tuning into frequencies and noises that overcome. Freedom in trusting that wherever the path takes you is where you’re meant to go. Freedom in doing nothing and allowing everything.

Some time in August, last time in the studio before filming.

 

Thoughts, experiences and realisations

 

Touch the sand, as we do. That’s a picture we had never realized, although it was there right from the beginning.

beaches sand water, flow, come and go, left and right right and back, reverse. Create undo redo recreate discover rediscover play find explore intention lay back release let go picture past present and future in one frame, choices, regrets, finding reverse firm on the path forward, backward, drawn as I let my feeling take over, run through my veins like the water that sweeps the sands. Forget, undo, be born anew to breath new air, new choices.

Is it more real what you do or thinking back at it as it plays out in your mind and you remake your choices?

ebb and flow

give and take

by surprise

as the water throws a tantrum

surf around it, ride the tides

or let it sink into your bones

become fluid, expand motion

catch the attention of the strong,

the weak, the senseless

the reality

of the senses breathing

in and out

(Just One Point of View)

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