The Untouchable Mild Ones

The Untouchable Mild Ones (UMO) are a handful short-lived choreographies moving into a haze they do not understand. Uneven in their contours, impossible to be grasped, yet easy to assimilate, utterly clear and unusually clear-minded, they dance several short choreographies with no start and no endings. Through and through low-key, consistently mild. In every untuned tone of theirs. As if they were evidence of mildness. And what mildness provides. As if they were the very sound/image what slightest sight makes you cry.

This dance imagines a misty cloud, slight and wide open. You look out over the savannah, twisting your head. Someone will sit against the wall, in favor of sideways elasticity. Others will land from outer space. The title? The Untouchable Mild Ones perhaps, or She who thinks she is a planet and other stories, but only in certain moments. Then again, with bodies, singly or together, one thing must follow another. Here in the haze, that is no limitation but bold opportunity.

choreography Cristina Caprioli
ccap team Anna Grip, Masha Taavoniku
photography pavleheidler

parts of The Untouchable Mild Ones performed at SITE Specific Festival 2020 in Stockholm

And there she stands

And there she stands dancing so quietly with her limbs so finely distributed that we pinpoint our senses. Very very close. Immediately far away.

She who thinks she is a pale planet

Strangers from afar with their nervous systems hanging outside. Quietly, they dance with great specificity, not the least obvious. We look out and find it less then palpable. Perhaps their hard-drives aren’t fully programmed, or much too advanced for us to grasp. Then, without any warning, they fire their senses ahead and we fall into the haze headfirst.

2alike

Birds of passage in the clouds, or are they two well-dressed ladies walking the air? Non conniving, intimately tuned to one another. Handsome, threatening. Fashion-show á la Hitchcock. Dance flight for two.

Crow

A black bird in the mud, or is it Madonna in a raincoat? Charged with worries, whisking about. Non conniving, out of tune. Pop video in the storm.

One side only

Silently, they creep under a flat haze, every move accurately transcribed, yet somehow cut in two. We see it happen and lack one side. Still it is all there, clearly so. The dancing goes on indefinitely. They come and go. Sometimes, with no warning, they close their eyes and fire us into outer space.