Today we have lost our human constitution, when we have the courage, we let ourselves get lost, we tried to find something, it felt desperate at first and then better and better, it was like an ecstasy that almost ends in madness, in chaos and then subsides again. We threw our bodies into places.
And then: disorientation. Lack of identity. White. No. No. No. White. Where. Who. Injured. Floating. Body. Where. away. Somewhere I melt
Dissolve
Milk
Somewhere my self melts and my narrative is me.
Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead, for we live in them. Suddenly things no longer need to make sense. I am content with being. Are you? I’m sure you are. The senselessness of things makes me smile smugly. Everything must remain as it is.
Today is a day of nothingness. Today is about the whole. Could there be a number that is nothing? that is less than zero? that begins where there is no beginning because it always was? and always was before? – Clarice Lispector
Milk is a dance performance created for and with the graduating class of the Athanor Academy under the direction of choreographer Edith Buttingsrud Pedersen. The work is based on the collaboration between Edith and the performing students through the exchange of personal thoughts, texts and video material in the exploration of physical tasks over the course of several months. The result: it takes shape in Milk.
Concept and artistic direction Edith Buttingsrud Pedersen
Performance and co-creation Tekla Farkas, Malaika Lermer, Lara Pauli, Julia Reisser, Olga Tomkowiak, Nele Wirth, Hannes Kainz
Dramaturgy and stage management Florian von Hoermann
Assistant director Anna Waibel
Live technology Alexander Urban
Speaker support Helmut Schwaiger
Texts Edith Buttingsrud Pedersen and The Performers
Inspired by Clarice Lispector
Music Teaser Lea Porcelain