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Marcela Giesche Performance Project
Tanzfrabrik, Uferstudios, Berlin, Germany 2013
After 7 weeks of workshops, here is an informal performance of solos. All improvisation and based on our studies together. Enjoy!
Yesterday the Lake Studios Berlin held an infectiously energetic dance festival including four free contemporary classes by artists Marcela Giesche, Kazuma Glen Motomura, Shai Faran, and Vincent Bozek. The festival was held in celebration of finishing laying the floors of the gorgeous studio with big garage doors for maximum air and a huge sky light ceiling. The quaint, green house opened up to be a beautifully green haven filled with the supportive Berlin, dance community I am so glad to have become acquainted with. Delicious food and dessert was served all day, too, to support Lukas and Gorka two dancers moving on to study in Copenhagen, Denmark.
Marcela Giesche and her partners in the studio's birth Kazuma Glen Motomura, Ilana Reynolds, Bruno Caverna, Alexandra Rogovska, Michael Shapira, and Leilani Franco all hail from countries around the world and offer styles ranging from contemporary, to hip hop, to martial arts, to contact improvisation, to contortionism. All unique in style and experience, but agreeing on a similar desire to create a space (with their own hands!) for dancers to flourish together and freshly find themselves. It is inspiring to see good people making their dreams a reality.
If you have been wondering, yes, there is a lake down the road- Friedrichschlagen. And yes, there is a floating restaurant there, and yes, you cross in a tunnel under the lake!
A lovely finish to the evening included a performance of three pieces: a duet, a quintet, and a solo. All having their own specifically creative concept using recorded conversation, high heels and improvisation, or even tape. What was so striking about this performance was the authenticity and patience--awareness of each other and the space--the chances taken. The performers were existing so clearly in the moment, without hesitation, without any rush or pressure to be more than what was. This was a nice culmination of understanding what Berlin has given me in dance.
If you are really right, you see when the light's on.
Even those who see the way, get confused so don't feel out of sorts. Realize the good in you and decide when it's time to stop hearing the rest. There is no other place besides this one, where you stand--here. And here goes there as long as you're on it.
Mid-Summer's Night
The sky couldn't have wished me a better night--The morning a bright reminder that the day goes on.
I woke to the wind slamming my door, but am so pleased to see the traveling clouds like the fluff from the trees that wander in the river--
The single ever greener tree that is as tall as my building, it contrasts the blue sky and highlights the speed of the clouds, acting as a measuring line.
A chill in the wind, yet the sun shines on me--And to think on last night, the warmth of the day never left me.
Those clouds hung around--a late night's celebration, through which I slept soundly.
How full, that moon! Almost full. The clouds were perched, reminiscent of Hallow's Eve--
Yes, that moon. Her intentions were clear and she wasn't apologizing.
Department of Dance
Vera Blaine has created her own technique surrounding three different weight qualities in dance: Strength, Resiliency, and Lightness. She has a clear understanding and definition of how to move and exist in these textures, read more and watch the video interviews here. (mine is the student perspective!)
Word.
Akram Khan Company: iTMOi
"iTMOi" choreographed by Akram Khan continues to run in Sadler's Wells Theater in London, UK through Saturday June 1, 2013. "In the Mind of Igor"--Stravinsky, that is. Akram Khan has peaked my interest with his piece "Zero Degrees," but his first bite into an ensemble piece has me drooling and crying and drooling and crying. Khan collaborated with three Composers to honor the 100th anniversary of "The Rite of Spring."
A faint light rebounded off of a misted fog, hiding the structure and boundaries of a classic stage design. Two dancers were summoned from the grey depths and released words in growling tenor that resembled any cackling, evil stock character. The movements were wild with excitement, but in an uncontrollably possessed way. The constant precision of flowing movement ended abruptly was enthralling--a forever dropped weight with grounded stomping and jumping, met with the lightest arms and sharp head movements.As Khan structured the space with the other dancers entering and exiting the fog, one felt we had landed in a frightful territory.
Three characters develop to be of the utmost focus to tell the story. A very proper beauty clad in a white, stiff-circled skirt resembling that of the early 1900s became a dictating leader in which all of the dancers followed. A man decked in a purple, flowing suit became the rebellious and enlightened character who tries to put an end to the control. A young-looking girl struggles to find her place amongst the rest of the dancers, or to defy with the Purple man. A horned man becomes the symbol of the Purple man's strong-headed determination to fight and the young girl resembles all that the older woman is not. Both are clad in white.
I found the amount of character development, themes of power and defiance, oddity versus normality or conformity, being good versus allowing evil to take over, enlightenment putting an end to tutelage, and many more topics were surprisingly successful in their exploration and execution. The fulfillment of gesture work was clearly matched by an extreme physical embodiment of movement that kept the piece exciting and creatively theatrical. Khan's playful incorporation of silence, mixing melodies of music and dance or even dance with dance, pause, noise with stillness left the audience unable to predict the oncoming transitions and interactions between characters. This piece was as well developed as any literary masterpiece by Steinbeck with the darkness and abstraction of Edgar Allen Poe. And there was a classic feel to this very new, fresh attack to "The Rite of Spring."
With powders, a swinging gold ball, a square encompassing structure, fog, skirts, Khan nailed the use of props as symbols and metaphors. The natural ease of exchanging group formations and moving from group work, to solos, to duets, to the next idea, it was simple to make clear connections in the story and in a larger context of concept. Clarity. Simplicity in clarity allowed for great detail to feel tangible as an audience member. This is sophistication at it's finest.
(If I may add side noted: This is a favorite performance of all that I have seen in Europe. Very impressed by the quality of dance able to be enjoyed on a Tuesday evening.)
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The post man ACTUALLY rides this bike with mini training wheels for balance. The front contraption opens to reveal letters and this economical mode of transportation even has it's own lane on the sidewalk in this city. DOES IT GET ANY BETTER?
OH Kreuzberg :)
Good to be home!
Secrets... Recognize? I don't...
Swanky in Style, but Hating the Waiting
Imagine a hole in the wall that is as clean cut as a laser printer.--a small joint that is quaint and cozy, yet makes you want to sit with your head held high. Rum Traders is a bar for real Germans--real Berliners--and the staff wants you to know it. I felt tested for worth upon ringing the bell to the in-set black door, locked from the outside, with nothing but a small plaque revealing the name and emblem of the Charlottenburg Rum bar. I guess I was lucky to have washed my hair and thrown on a sophisticated, but casual dress, because, the waiters are dressed prim and proper, with pin stripes, vests, and bow ties, hair slicked back and glasses that make you question your own sight. The drinks? Yes, there's a menu, but No. I was not offered one... Somehow a friend and I scored the prime corner booth seat that was clearly the most comfortable and well positioned. The drinks, specializing of course in Rum cocktails, are impressively tasty and scream "classy evening hideaway in the times of the Prohibition." No more expensive than a normal cocktail, ranging between 10 and 11 Euro, the drinks come in small goblets, fancy Martini and rounded cocktail glasses with fine detail. Nothing is overdone, especially not the volume of the Music. We had a funny, young and welcoming Berliner couple at the table with us, who were kind enough to share their German slang with us. Though the man who seemed to own the place was less than comforting to our company, we managed to ignore his snafus and rude insinuations. The other waiter was much kinder and much more pleasant. There isn't much space, so if you can snag a seat you are definitely a winning visitor of this local favorite. I enjoyed the walk to the U-bahn station, too, since Charlottenburg is a very nicely renovated part of the West. (Enough travel book talk- I was slightly offended by the comments of the staff, but the quality of drinks and the old time, fancy lounge atmosphere made up for any faux pas). Definitely a lovely night with a dear friend and the perfect atmosphere to talk and rant and make ridiculous jokes without having to speak over a loud crowd. Ranging from 1 to 10, I'd do it again.
Kreuzberg/Yorckstrasse
Fresh paint and I know it.
Strong-headed or perseverance?
Military or Worker?
Bull or Ghost Buster?
Stencils vs. Murals
Today I was thinking about street art and the size of it. A new guy is throwing up stencils of a monkey's face all over Kottbusser Tor in Kreuzberg. I like the design and it made me giggle when I saw the goofy face.... The FIRST time. So now I wonder, if it's small and viral is it more effective? Or is that just a matter of publicity? (I lean towards the latter) The monkey was sprayed onto the same bank's two different walls, on the U-bahn entrance next to it and accross the Tor on a door of a small Platz. Becoming less impressed and more uninterested, I paid attention to the larger pieces of art. These are really dangerous because they take more time and to find bigger spaces means taking some risks with heights and buildings... This does not necessarily mean it is a better form of art or has more integrity, but it did take more effort and stands alone as it's art rather than a "Tag" turned into a stencil that becomes as simple of an act as slapping a sticker on a wall while passing by. Curious it is, where the integrity and clever thought comes into effect...
When I compare the idea with site-specific dance, I would imagine a huge difference in the kind of work that could be taken from spot to spot in a huge city versus one larger work that was solely focused on one area. I can only think of how much more detail, time, energy, and consideration would go into sticking to one spot, but from experience I know this does not have to be the case. Last year I made a piece that traveled throughout the center of The Ohio State University. The duet of dancers had different movement and tasks in each space, but they moved quickly between place to place (literally running after the crowd passed by) and I stuck to small ideas. I found this more effective than the piece I made for the same show that focused on one spot. So here I sit wondering, how clever is this little stencil? Does the purpose really just lie the spray painters hands? If the artist was more careful with the places it's put, could the stencil be more effective than a larger planned out mural?
Chilled by the Water
Some things are just so different in Germany, some of which I feel I fit. For instance I love baths, so leave me without and proper shower and you are forcing me to take the time for pure enjoyment and relaxation. I hate dirty dishes, no dish washer and a water heating tank make me plan ahead and clean immediately. Four flights of stairs every time I find a place to live? Now I don't mind having my nougatnuss croissant with my kaffee (I thank you). And MARKETS. Give me more markets with this much Middle Eastern extravagance!
Today I experienced a wander-about in my Kreuzberg kiez to stumble upon the Turkish Markt on Paul-Lincke Ufer. Lovely day for still being cold in Berlin and thought the willow trees were browned and dead, they danced with a spring to their branches. The best quality of food to have experienced yet from a Markt or store, I ate date after date (datteln in Deutsch) and enjoyed fair from Ghana, Greece, Turkey, and drank a classic Latte Machiatto... second best in Berlin yet (Jenseits on Marienenstrasse takes the win)! I just wish this city would rush in some warm fronts! The suns a-peeking though!
If Rushed, I Will Not Arrive
Years are not the key to the map I wish to live by--
It's not the distance traveled or countable by machine,
But to measure the poignant moments in one's life
Is much less a point on a map, but the distances between.
A young girl wakes with possibilities on end
And decision upon decision reveals the growth
Of fork after fork--the road will stretch beyond,
Leaving the trafficked trunk to blossom above.
Though some crossroads are hidden
Thou shalt see the purpose of thine lane
When alone she walks with the mind overridden
Facing the pain of the past, accepting the oncoming rain.
Who says what's determined is accepted or bad?
I believe in the service of a personal Glad--
Of awaiting the time it takes to achieve creation
From thoughts, rather than projected plans' narration.
When the days of a lady are determined in solitude
Only then can the effect ring clear for the public
For the mountains are not drawn on a map for pleasure
But have arrived from the movements from Earth's core center.