The Blue gorilla/ Yo puta in the street of Amsterdam.
Starting Monday 8 of May in Diemen
29 April 2013
The blue gorilla
10 December 2012
Voordekunst/ kiscktarter The Invisible Dance
Last year I did a stage in a psychiatric institute in France that had a big influence on my way to relate to Art. The way I experienced time and space there was very specific. It is functioning following its own rules, unexpected and exciting. Everything is in constant movement, it’s messy, unorganised, Its empty and full at the same time. Everyday is a new day, the normal relation to past, present and future does not exist anymore so the only way to survive is just to be present in the moment, to be there and to simply experience life.
Creating the Invisible dance was for me a poetic response to this experience. In a performance the rules and logic function different, we have the chance to transform our rational relation to space and time for a moment, we can play with reality, we can flirt with the other, the unknown, the invisible, the ineffable. For me the logic of Art is based on the paradox of our fantasies, walking on imaginary foundations that doesn’t make sense, it is a useful lie that we create together, it is politics and magic. I’m a politician and a magician.
As much as I get obsessed with my relation to time, space and my role as an artist in a psychiatric institute ,the fact of thinking art or dance as a need or a vital urge (as important as eating,drinking, peeing, shiting or sleeping) is one of the bases of my understanding of life. At the end, making performances is for me all about fulfilling the impossible task to experience, question, grasps life in its most multi-dimensional and intensive way. Art is the media I decided to use for sharing this urge of living because it gives me the freedom I desire.
I am wishing to share this lie/magic/politic .
This is part of my artistic statement and it starts today with a small step : to construct with your help the mechanism of my piece, the stage that will make it move, turn, make this travel of images possible.
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2 October 2012
Inspiring text/ Gary hill
“Nothing seems to have ever been moved. There is something of every description wich can only be a trap. Maybe it all moves proportionately cancelling out change and the estrangement of judgement. No, an other order pervades. It’s happening all at once. I’m just a disturbance wrapped up in myself, a kind of ghost vampirically passing trhough the forest passing trough the trees.
The sun will rise and I won’t know what to do with it. Its beak will torture me as will its slow movement, the movement it invented that I can only reiterate. Too much time goes by to take by surprise. Bodily sustenance is no longer an excuse. The quieter and stiller I become, livelier everything else seems to get. The longer I wait, the more the little deaths pile up.
A vague language drapes everything but the walls -what walls? The very walls that never vary- my enclosure, so glorious from the distance, stands on the brink of nothing like a four-legged table. What is it? An island with a never ending approach? A stopgap from when to where? Something to huddle over with my elbows like trestles without tracks, the bases of wich are scattered with evidence of unsolved crimes? The overallness of it soaks through, runs through the holes in my hands and continues to run amok, overturning, rocks that should not be overturned, breaking bread that should not be broken.
So much remains. No doubt it can all be counted. Starting with any one, continuing on with any other one until all is accounted for, a consensus is reached. That it can all be shelved in all its quantized splendor, this then is the turf.
These things. This scene before me made up of just so many just views (natur’s constituency) sits with indiference to the centripetal vanishing point that mentality posits so falsely. Brain, minding business, incessantly constructs an infinite series of makeshifts designed to perpetuate teh picture – the one like all others that holds its breath for a thousand words, conversely exhales point zero ezro one pictures. This insidious wraparound, tied to the notion “I Have eyes in the back of my head,” binds me to me double, implodes my being to a mere word as it winds the world around my mouth. A seamless scroll weaves my view back into place -back to back with itself- the boomerang effect, decapitates any and all hallucinations leaving (lo and behold) the naked eye, stalking each and every utterance that breaks and enters the dormitories of perception.
I must become a warrior of self-consciousness and move my body to move my mind to move the words to move my mouth to spin the spur of the moment.
Imagining the brain closer than the eyes.”
5 July 2012
the invisible dance in Berlin
| 10, 11 of July 19h30 Location: Uferstudios, Berlin Prices: €8,00 / reduced €5,00 Reservations: tickets@hzt-berlin.de In the womb of the wind_ to our thrilling bodies_ to this strange animals_a glimpse of nothing_caressing harmony_flirting with insanity_in the lust for life_ in the dust of kingdom_particules of our selves_ surviving the instant_ resisting the moment_ as the moon disappears_ as the sun rises_In the rythme of our pores_in the center of our breath_ The instrument is playing_to our thrilling mind
In the womb of the wind_ to our thrilling bodies_ to this strange animals_a glimpse of nothing_caressing harmony_flirting with insanity_in the lust for life_ in the dust of kingdom_particules of our selves_ surviving the instant_ resisting the moment_ as the moon disappears_ as the sun rises_In the rythme of our pores_in the center of our breath_ The instrument is playing_to our thrilling mind |
4 June 2012
TRUDGE
TRUDGE, collaboration with Quim Bigas 8, 9 of June 20h Frascati WG, Amsterdam
We are all here because something happened. This did not happen out of nowhere. These are the consequences of what we have done to our time, our objects and our hope. A lack of prescedent. We are taking part in the slow process of decomposition and desapearance . Constant forgetting. Perhaps the most important is to find out where this absent present is leading us. Maybe to only a state of ….
We are all here because we want something to happen.
With the support of: School of New Dance Development-Amsterdam, Adriantic/Antic Teatre Barcelona and Mapa/Cel·lula Pontós.
The Invisible Dance
I would like to invite you to my last work: The invisible dance
15,16,17 of Marsh, 20h30 Hetveem Theater, Amsterdam
http://hetveemtheater.nl/website/index.php/nl/frontend#programma/337
“In the womb of the wind_ to our thrilling bodies_ to this strange animals_a glimpse of nothing_caressing harmony_flirting with insanity_in the lust for life_ in the dust of kingdom_particules of our selves_ surviving the instant_ resisting the moment_ as the moon disappears_ as the sun rises_In the rythme of our pores_in the center of our breath_ The instrument is playing_to our thrilling mind”
a Trio with Alice Pons, Mervyn Groot and Stephen West, In the framce of the 4th SNDO Festival, Calm Down the Count Down,
An evening shared as well by countryside landscape from Thibault Maillard and Coloured invasion by Eva Susova.
28 December 2011
Le texte d’au revoir – English version
As M. would say,
Here there is crazy people,
I came here just wondering in the back of my head if this was not a madness of mine, some kind of morbid curiosity, an excuse to feel myself interesting, a way to pretend
People often looked at me with big eyes full of interrogations, trying to understand What could I possibly be doing in a psychiatric institute , What could be the link with dance.
I often looked at myself with big eyes full of interrogations, trying with difficulties to find a rational explanation that could justify my choice
After two months here, it’s not a rational explanation that I found but words, thoughts, emotions, encounters. The sensation that I have been in the good place in the right moment. The certainty now that, no, I was not wrong, and that, yes, the work I have been doing here in La borde is a logical continuation of my artistic work. The context is different but the questions are the same.
Here we learn how to unlearn, we learn how to not know. Things happen where we are not expecting them, where we are not controlling them. Here a little nothing is important and when we think there is nothing there is already a lot happening.
we can’t lie, we can’t hide. We put our ego on side and we say hello to our subconscient. We learn slowly how to not do too much, we learn hardly to let emptiness be where it needs to be.
We raise questions. A lot of questions. We let ourselves go with the movement without understanding quite well where we are going. We are always here, even where we are not here. We are dreaming it, we are thinking it. We let ourselves be observed, we let ourselves be touched. We let moments appear, we learn how to see, we learn how to meet.
Here people are crazy
They are weird, surprising, annoying, awkward, ugly, dirty, fascinating, touching.
They are out of any description.
They are human.
They are here, they live with their strangeness, we live with ours. We remember normality is subjective.
Here it’s a mess, it’s twisted
It’s like a house of cards, if the base fall apart everything follows
We adapt ourselves, we juggle, we tinker, and at the end we manage not so bad
We believe it’s possible, that’s the most important.
Here, it’s just a beautifull image to life.
Voilà.
23 December 2011
Le texte d’au revoir
Comme dirait M,
Ici il y a des fous.
Je suis venue ici tout en me demandant au fond de moi si ça n’était pas une folie de ma part, une curiosité malsaine, une façon de me sentir intéressante et décalée.
Les gens m’ont souvent regardée avec des yeux ronds pleins d’interrogations: qu’est ce que tu peux bien aller faire dans un hôpital psychiatrique? Quel rapport avec la danse?
Je me suis moi même souvent regardée avec des yeux ronds pleins d’interrogations, essayant avec peine de fournir une explication rationnelle qui pourrait justifier mon choix.
Après deux mois passés ici, ce n’est pas une explication rationnelle que j’ai trouvé mais des mots, des pensées, des émotions, des rencontres. La sensation d’avoir été au bon moment au bon endroit. La certitude maintenant que non je ne m’étais pas trompée et que oui le travail que j’ai fait ici à La borde est une continuation logique de mon travail artistique. Le contexte est différent mais les questions sont les mêmes.
Ici on apprend à désapprendre, on apprend à ne pas savoir. Les choses se passent là où on ne s’y attend pas, là où on ne les contrôle pas. Ici un rien devient important et quand on pense qu’il n’y a rien c’est qu’il se passe déjà beaucoup de choses.
On ne peut pas mentir, on ne peut pas se cacher. On met notre égo de coté et on dit bonjour à notre subconscient. On apprend doucement à ne pas vouloir en faire trop, on apprend difficilement à laisser un peu de vide là où il en faut.
On se pose des questions. Beaucoup de questions. On se laisse entrainer par le mouvement de l’endroit sans bien comprendre où l’on va. On est toujours là, même quand on n’est pas la. On en rêve, on y pense. On se laisse observer, on se laisse approcher. On laisse les « moments » apparaître, on apprend à « rencontrer ».
Ici les gens sont fous
Ils sont bizarres, surprenants, dérangeants, chiants, sales, touchants, fascinants.
Ils sont indescriptibles.
Il sont humains.
Ils sont là, ils vivent avec leurs bizarreries, on vit avec les nôtres. On se souvient que la normalité est subjective.
Ici c’est le bordel, c’est bancal
C’est comme un château de carte, si la base s’effondre tout le reste suit.
On s’adapte, on bricole, on se débrouille et finalement on s’en sort pas si mal
On y croit en tout cas et c’est le principal.
La borde pour moi c’est une belle image à la vie.
Voilà.
Alice Pons. Stagiaire aux bois du 01/11/11 au 23/12/11