. I always find it special how art can make you stop time, especially performative arts – there is only you and what is happening at the stage, and you can follow the performance to where they are going without any what is filling your present state of mind. Continue reading The evening I heard the magic flute
Second of two posts of A Night for Pina After “…como el musguito en la piedra, ay si, si, si…” we were lucky to witness “A Night for Pina”, a celebration of Pina’s life which included a special and original segment that the ensemble and guests prepared on stage for Pina. Again, beautiful poems of individual scenes. Several nodded to references to Pina’s pieces, sometimes as if they were inside-jokes, while others seemed very personal dedications. All of these scenes between reading of quotes from Pina’s speeches and between sips of wine or coffee in this “bar-like” setting. A lot … Continue reading A celebration
Towards the end, they felt to me as a rest break from the heavy conflicts of living, before being able to set free? Are you drinking a sip of water before saying goodbye? Continue reading “…como el musguito en la piedra, ay si, si, si…”
…that is the reason my mind didn’t resist the repetition or the density…You could just stay forever watching, as if you were in them. In this room of what life is. How incredible is it that we can be touched by something so hard to understand? To appreciate something you wish you knew how to better interpret? Continue reading He takes her by the hand and leads her into the castle, the others follow
Infra is a beautiful collaboration between music, choreography and set design. When the music is moving you, you allow yourself to be more permeable and exposed to what the dancers could be feeling. Instead of a spectator, you can be more immersed. Continue reading Infra
It made me be more intrigued, and forced me to pay more attention to the music and the visuals, try to decode them better without hints. It made it all more intriguing, although sometimes frustrating. It made me wonder: Is there a language in art? What is the role of language in art? Continue reading Castor&&Pollux
Sharon Rivers: I don’t want to sound foolish, but remember love is what brought you here. And if you’ve trusted love this far, don’t panic now. Trust it all the way.” Continue reading Eden (Harlem)
Art is unnecessary 