Always Sometimes

Always Sometimes

When dancing is really dancing, it flies right past you and lifts you off the floor
Sweeping around a corner, it will sweep you along, make you sharp as a wit, smooth as vanilla ice-cream

Look at Fred (Astaire), see how he hoovers over the floor, fast feet carried by intricate patterns, light limbs falling outside
Makes you want to get up and swag

Four single sequences are repeated over and again, as if time was a single flat line to ride.
Repetition is brought to its limit, for the sake of an immersion
Forwards and backwards in the same direction

The piece is a celebration of simplicity in a fancy dress
Still in owe for minimal structures and intricate patterns
Airborne, driven and calm
Plenty and over time

It is an open book, leafing itself into a loop
It has a name, but could easily do without it
Always the same, Sometimes not

The piece lasts for one hundred minutes
Audience may come and go, stay alert or fall asleep

performed by Philip Berlin, Jim De Block, Samuel Draper, Annika Hyvärinen, Johanna Klint, Madeleine Lindh, Morgane Nicol, Kristine Slettevold

Always Sometimes2024-01-19T13:19:26+00:00

Once over time

Once over time

One turn is always more than one
Thrusting and catching caught in a loop
Repeating one single move, and by that feeding a posterity
Soon enough, a finely tuned tonality comes forth
Upon which you may celebrate an Advent
With no expectation
Other than the volatile matter it leaves behind

Welcome to a towel dance on repeat
For you who wish to rest your gaze in a mellow wallowing

performed by Anja Arnquist, Sophie Augot, Philip Berlin, Annika Hyvärinen, Morgane Nicol, Kristine Slettevold
live music Asher Tuil

Once over time2024-01-19T13:16:17+00:00

ASKA

ASKA

Two figures under a pending roof atomize their limbs into a diffuse landscape, catching a close-up image.
So thin and so light that at the slightest hint it floats around to soon settle on everyone’s bodies and become one with your skin.

Diffused sight flickering the lightest moves. A rattling still-life if you wish, or a sound-image, airborne stain making the sky to lower its guard.
Paradox between evidence and fragility, dancing travels in place as if she never was.
A performance for those who fancy delusion and do not fear unaffected small print.

Imagine a place that doesn’t crave appreciation
That’s where this dance would occur
Not for my sake but for its own and yours and my desire
Trusting this particular moment is attended to
recognized and left unknown 

Do you believe me?
_ It doesn’t matter what I believe. But yes, I do

performed by Oskar Landström, Louise Perming
live music Yoann Durant
photography Jens Wazel

premiered 2019 in the Hall Farsta

ASKA2024-01-19T13:11:08+00:00

Until Midnight

Until Midnight

Collaborator, artist and composer asher tuil invites us to his immersive soundscape and visuals.
A space of listening, and clear-sighted tuning, for the benefit of minimal difference and long-lasting reverb.
Volatile ashes never to be grasped. Yet not not to be consumed.

asher tuil is an artist living and working in Wanskuck, RI. For over fifteen years asher has worked with recorded sounds as his primary medium. Location recordings, electronic synthesis, found sounds and a variety of other sources are used in his compositions to create a rich and dynamically varied body of work which examines these materials extensively.

Until Midnight2023-05-24T12:43:59+00:00

ashes

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:

ASKA

Once over time

Always Sometimes

and the concert Until Midnight

ashes2024-01-19T13:08:32+00:00

undercover

undercover

This work literally begins with a huge cloth, pliable and resistant. A surface, then, which will cover all features, hinder any movement, and separate the concealed from the revealed. But also, a surface for you to find shelter under, take new shapes through, self-withdraw behind, sustain your integrity by.

Rather than as the disclosing of form and meaning, undercover advocates choreography as an active ”concealment” in both a literal and a metaphoric sense. The project argues for the gesture of art, not only as the re-covering of the forbidden, segregated, or otherwise repressed, but also, and perhaps most importantly, as the language chosen by the uncompelled recondite. Thereby also recognizing the act of non-disclosure as a political strategy by choice.

The project refers to the concept of fold as formulated by philosopher Gilles Deleuze through his reading of Leibniz and baroque aesthetics. Fold stands here for the turning of surface onto itself, whereby surface exposes a virtual ”internal” depth, not by ”unfolding” itself, rather by surrendering to the ”revealing powers of the chiaroscuro of light”.

undercover is one hour long, repeated four times per day, one hour after the other. Audiences are welcomed to attend just one hour, or stay for as long as they wish.

Performed by Anja Arnquist, Philip Berlin, Louise Dahl, Samuel Draper, photography Dajana Lothert

undercover unfolds:

the exhibition cloth.00

the installation cloth interactive

cloth.00

Choreography is not translatable, but easily transferred onto other bodies, shapes, materiality, and fields. That’s the very prerogative of the pattern in motion.

cloth.00 allows choreography to reinvent itself into things/images whereby it loses one appearance from another. Piles of soaps, rugs in a heap, skin like rubber in abundance, films from above, photos from underneath, and a huge cloth, all stating the iterability of the gesture of art. From the concept to a body, to a projection, to a thing, and back to the concealed. Layer upon layer of transpositions, each layer turning choreography into something else, whilst allowing it to remain the same. Projected, and revealed anew.

Finally, recognized as a repetition of the trans-(ap)parent, hanging from above, fully disclosed and yet the most concealing leafing of all.

performers on screen Emelie Johansson, Cilla Olsen
photography Håkan Larsson
film and editing Madeleine Lindh

first installed in 2013, this is the fifth edition of the exhibition

cloth interactive

A huge, black cloth is spread out on the floor. Unknown figures dance under the covers. The cloth hides their bodies and prevents all their movements, itself wrapping them tightly, rippling its own flat surface into unimaginable shapes. Under the cloth, dancing is an intimate, tactile, skin to surface experience. Anyone who watches from the outside, on the other hand, sees the rippling ocean of the cloth, and the clair obscure play of light much like in the draping of the Baroque. Spectacular, sometimes threatening images emerge, conveying something other than the dance that takes place beneath the surface. The underlying sensory sensation concealed and at the same time revealed anew. Visitors are encouraged to join the under-cover dancing. Under the cloth, deprived of oversight, they will perceive the limits of their contours, whilst we on the outside will sense the unlimited potential of form. Inside and outside interdependently diverging.

The installation directly refers to the art installation ‘All’ by Maurizio Cattelan.

performers/facilitators Anja Arnquist, Philip Berlin, Louise Dahl, Samuel Draper

premiered in 2011 at Moderna Museet in Stockholm, the piece has been performed extensively in various contexts and for audiences of all ages and kind

undercover2024-01-19T12:31:00+00:00

spoons

spoons

“Page after page, she said, while the lash line bent over the bay”*

what if choreography never tells a new story, rather always one and the same ragbag of different moves?
one move after the other, every move lingering into the next, spooning one another into long chains of diversities
eyes fixed on the dancing at its core, bare to the bone, stripped of former staging, unhinged from previews coherence
minimal difference all over the place, properly aligned, holding one another dear

spoons render the recurrence of likeness, intricacy of movement, and overall dispersion of narratives, which have sustained a decade of work on language off track.

*Citation from the novel Här, här och här här och här, här här här och här, här., by Anja Arnquist and Madeleine Lindh, driven by cc

spoons bring to display three choreographies and one film suite:

att att5.7

The Untouchable Mild Ones

Here, here and here here and here, here here here and here, here.

“Onto the edge that shows you, she thought, while the fingertip pointed out the places on the map”*

att att5.7

Strangers with their nervous systems hanging outside travel a place they do not understand. Literally soundless, they dance with great specificity. We look 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 unpack our senses and headfirst we fall into pleasure.

A pack of uncertain figures arrives from elsewhere. Odd-looking, spineless upright, they seem transfixed by the unspoken and end up performing no one’s body. Still, where no one body comes forth and no clear meaning is exposed, other figures speak up for themselves, claiming ambiguity to be allowed.

Spineless upright they take a stand and make a statement
Straight through Inwardly bent
Totally entangled with the post-traumatic syndrome of their whiteness
Hunting down the kind of dancing/language/field which is not to be consumed yet no one can resist
Which runs a technological project of its own
Run by the micromalic and its affective spillage
Which performs much too much information and at the same time leaves much too little information

The project emerges from the transpositions of predetermined movement sequences, whilst reading an essay. The dancers devote themselves to absolute accuracy of description of a model by resisting interpretation and otherwise seizing strategy. And as they dance with unconditional loyalty to the given, they perform themselves and otherwise choreographies. For us neither to understand or ever possess, rather to allow and let go of.

Ever since its premiere in 2012, att att has been performed by several constellations of dancers in different formats and various contexts, such as within the choreo-drift project in Berlin, at MoMA PS1 in New York, at Slouch in Philadelphia, and lately as part of the retrospective Midsommar 2021 at Hallen in Stockholm Farsta.

Current version presented at KINDL, is named att att5.7

performed by Ulrika Berg, Philip Berlin, Louise Dahl, Jim De Block, Samuel Draper, Adam Schütt, Kristiina Viiala
dance material June material by Cristina Caprioli
text reference Att att dröngrajma by Johan Jönson

The Untouchable Mild Ones

To be dancing so incredibly precise
To distribute oneself into so many pieces
And behave like a fog
Whilst you restrain from ostentation
And cultivate a colorless barricade

To cultivate the silent incommensurable untouchable. To travel by an oscillation that can neither be bribed, nor owned, only acknowledged, and left behind.

To enter a place and stay in that place. And therein dance the dance which dances you. That dance that is somewhat ceremonial, but not pretentious, clearly dysfunctional, yet with the outstanding capacity to perform the hyper-real and by that to bring the entire room to relate to the unconscious and to its illimited production of desire. So that she who enter the haze come out as someone else, knowing this is an obfuscation no one can resist.

So you hunt a high-frequency silence
The kind of a-chromatic (white) silence
Whilst you desist from exuberance yet overspend unaccounted precision
With no need of validation
Her entire body a question of what mildness may pave for

Two female figures move into a haze they take for granted. Uneven in their contours, utterly vague, yet unusually clear-minded, they dance several choreographies with no start and no end. Consistently gentle, unaffected in every untuned tone of theirs, they blend into one image alone, distant, ungraspable, what slightest sight could make you cry.

As if they were the final evidence of mildness, of what mildness might achieve.

performed by Ulrika Berg, Louise Dahl, Hana Erdman, Morgane Nicol, Louise Perming
photography Dajana Lothert

Here, here and here here and here, here here here and here, here.

This is a choreography committed to the overlapping of scriptures. Real and virtual, right here and over there.

The work involves a daily practice of reading, dancing, writing, and filming at once, folding one page at the time, moving one narrative over the next.

The work also cultivates the shifting moods of a young girl in a cosmopolitan body. Feminine at its core, half of two, always more than one, eager to travel far, she targets unknown horizons, from Stockholm to Medelpad, via Paris to Las Vegas, then walks the desert, gets lost on the shore. Aimless, with a clear sense of purpose, she wonders.

The project ran between 2011 – 2016, and now again in 2021/2022, overtime producing several publications, installations and performances, presented in various formats in Stockholm, Gothenburg, Florence, and Copenhagen. After ten years and several children, this choreography continues to feed its wonder.

The project brings two dances:

She thought
HERE.

and the film suite Onto the edge that shows you, she thought, while the fingertip pointed out the places on the map”

performed by Anja Arnquist, Madeleine Lindh
photography Dajana Lothert

spoons2024-01-19T12:16:20+00:00

silver

silver

“My mother called me Silver. I was born part precious metal, part pirate.”*

what if silver is the color of dancing? what if dancing is nothing but a child, silver coated and unlawfully reproduced?
one hundred silver coats travel the space and perception shifts to imagination
walking watching carrying posing
no need to explain, no worry to succeed
only reckless rephrasing, and the thrill of paying attention

silver indulge the predilection for serial imagery, distorted and rearranged, ever so crucial to the work. and the overlapping of sentiment and rigor, it increasingly craves.

silver is performed by Anja Arnquist, Sophie Augot, Philip Berlin, Louise Dahl, Jim De Block, Marcus Doverud, Samuel Draper, Hana Erdman, Madeleine Lindh, Adam Schütt, Kristiina Viiala, and audiences. Closing film by Mateusz Herczka, music by Jean-Philip Rameau, Castor et Pollux, RCT 32, Acte I, Scène III: Prélude – Air accompagné “Tristes apprets” – recorded by The Sound of Light, MusicAeterna Orchestra & Choir, conductor Teodor Currentzis, sopran Nadine Koutcher.

*Opening line of the novel Lighthouse keeping by Jeanette Winterson

silver is ordered in two scenes:

the missing children

lowkey behind

the missing children

One hundred silver coats dress up audience and performers alike. Nothing happens, other than a few formations and otherwise tableau vivant. Most of the time the children are watching, or listening, not clear from where or to what. Sometimes they pretend to be a school of fish, singing a mute song. Other times the coats take over the plot, spread over the floor, pile up in a heap. Carried, and concealed.

Meanwhile, two misfits from elsewhere perform a duet they do not recognize. Frogs in a pond, two of the same, or perhaps cyborgs, cables hanging outside, they dance a finely tuned double dance. We don’t get it but see it and cannot not be moved.

The duet is entitled at tatt2.22 and is a replica of att att (2012), a piece which was dealing with speech-machines and the incommensurable, two rather critical issues, which from then on came to sustain all further projects and pieces, not to mention methodologies and agencies.

lowkey behind

Silver coats turn into slow images – hollow, homeless and with no claims. Less than nothing happens, other than the slight bending of your perception. Ghost, thing, corpse, carcass, each shape is ready to sweep you off your feet. The child is no longer a child, the coat no longer a coat. We circle around the fire, wait for a faint call from behind.

And whilst you tune in, two unannounced figures place themselves apart and begin to overlap. Limbs, faces, organs out of tune, they fit into each other’s voids, and trespass each other’s territories. It is hard to grasp what they want, and yet they seem to mean something, moving as they do, with such urgency, such diligence, and so subtle.

Jump-cuts and closeups, scratching and fade-outs, more than anything, they seem to be editing themselves, and by that also our understanding.
Quietly, in earnest, they force us to take on the non-linear.

The duet is an excerpt from the piece Avtäckning (2009), which focused on distortion blurred each move into several images, in turn re-editing themselves into new footage. Dead serious, absurd, ironic, the piece allowed dancing to disregard continuity, or common sense for that matter. For the sake of a twisted outcome, digitally achieved. As such, fully coherent to the films of collaborator artist Mateusz Herczka, whose visual framing of the piece was analogue footage rephrased by algorithmic montage. lowkey behind ends with such a film, overlapped to baroque music. From the grey shades of silver to an overload of color. From the void of silver to the overload of sentiment of Jean-Philip Rameau. Shredded footage and heartbreaking music in a twist. Non-linear imagery as the final embrace.

silver2024-01-19T12:09:13+00:00

leafing

leafing

tracking down the past is a tricky business, easily ending up reclaiming/rephrasing
better is to leaf through what has been done
leaf through the lot by the lightest pressure of your thumb
as if it was a book, an organ, a foliage, or a much too sweet mille feuilles to nibble and not devour
not to plunge into each layer, rather sweep over a few moves and move along
so, I set the pace, flip past each page, catch a glimpse, and let go of the past, whilst falling in owe for the leafing itself

as such, leafing indicates the whole retrospective, which desire is to provide a lighthearted, quick-footed, sharp-witted oversight over a seriously thick amount of dancing

leafing performed August 5 – 7 (silver), August 11 – 14 (spoons) and August 18 – 21 (undercover) 2022 at KINDL – Zentrum für zeitgenössische Kunst

leafing is thematically ordered in three separate shows:

silver

spoons

undercover

leafing2024-09-06T10:08:15+00:00
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