Every time I come across a situation, when a person is treated in a mechanized way, I freeze in fear. Worthless, unnecessary, inappropriate- that’s how I feel. With my vulnerable body of a female human being, I am here to tell a story about how did I get here and what I see.
Inspired by personal experiences as an artist and the film Dead Poets Society, I aimed to reveal the…
What are we ashamed of? Our poverty? Our stage of development? Our past? Experiences of isolation and exclusion from the Western World? What do we want to hide behind branded leasing cars, western lumpy clothes, houses on credit, travel with low cost airlines? Why do we want the American way of life, the European Union and NATO so much?
The inspiration to dance was an old photograph of a one year old boy, who was born 9 years after the end of II World War and who grew up in a village situated near Auschwitz Concentration Camp. I created a context-oriented improvised dance that expressed the struggle of a child, whose spontaneous need to play, dance and sing is repressed by the postwar oppression and existential anxiety of the 50s