ashes
What if dancing was to burn up its passion? Inflame itself and turn into ashes?
What if dancing were the remains of a fire, no longer flammable substance, volatile matter, black in powder form, immediately grey.
When you put it this way, the whole thing feels like a foretaste of a leftover tonality, unforced fervor, like a gust of wind, boundless desire.
To burn up and become ashes is a turning point with no return.
The dance that turns to ashes is diffuse and so finely divided it will never reassemble.
Airborne stain, indeterminate blackness falling over all bodies, penetrating your skin.
Scattered embers without duty, leaving nothing but a diffused tonality.
The entire room lowers its guard.
In between past and future, not clear which one comes first.
After all forms and all meaning have been consumed, and past passions have turned into airborne matter, indefinite stains might appear, rocking at half height, light and diffuse. Dancing no longer to be seen, ever more perceived. Foreign imageries at hand, rigor and boundlessness at hand, choreography entirely devoted to hyper-relational dwelling.
ashes brings to display the paper-thin fabric of dancing, as it navigates a storm, oscillates a tonality.
performed August 17 – 20 2022 at Radialsystem
ashes spreads into the choreographies: