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Room With A View (video clip)
(LA)HORDE
any attempt will end in crushed bodies and shattered bones
Jan Martens
Bless This Mess
Katerina Andreou
Quando Quebra Queima
Martha Kiss Perrone
Sacré printemps !
Aïcha M’Barek , Hafiz Dhaou
Clowns
Hofesh Shechter
Echad Mi Yodea
Ohad Naharin
Noces
Angelin Preljocaj
La mirada del avestruz
Tino Fernandez
Rouge
Mickaël Le Mer
The Green Table
Kurt Jooss
Lazarus
Oona Doherty
Témoin
Saïdo Lehlouh
Extension
Amala Dianor , Junior Bosila
DUB
Amala Dianor
Queen Blood
Ousmane Sy
Eden
Maguy Marin
Welcome to paradise
Joëlle Bouvier , Régis Obadia
Plexus
Aurélien Bory , Kaori Ito
Éloge du puissant royaume
Heddy Maalem Heddy Maalem
She Dreamt of Being Washed Away To The Coast
Lukas Karvelis
P=mg
Jann Gallois
Compact
Jann Gallois
La mirada del avestruz
In a Colombia ravaged by violence, choreographers fight with what weapons they have: body and dance. Tino Fernández, a Spaniard who has lived in Bogota for nearly eight years, is constantly devising allegories, sometimes unknowingly, for Colombia.
In a Colombia ravaged by violence, choreographers fight with what weapons they have: body and dance. Tino Fernández, a Spaniard who has lived in Bogota for nearly eight years, is constantly devising allegories, sometimes unknowingly, for Colombia: a country where it is increasingly dangerous to set foot. The instability of the land in this zone of earthquakes, volcanic eruptions and landslides is well known and feared. Of course, this also brings to mind the current guerrilla war, the fact that Colombian citizens are confined to their towns, that it’s impossible for them to go down a road without fear of being kidnapped. Every Colombian carries the marks of violence within.
Source : Maison de la Danse programme
“Without wishing to justify barbarism, of course,” Tino Fernández explains, “I have tried to show the poignant poetry, the tragic beauty, like on the face of a mother whose children have been killed. I have followed the drama of the ‘desplazados’, peasants torn from their land by the violent excesses of FARC, the paramilitaries and the greed of big land owners. They have fallen into the most abject poverty, and have nothing more than a scrap of waste ground on which they attempt to survive. In short, I also wished to evoke the impossibility of dialogue when every word is annihilated in fury and tumult. By bringing out the emotions of the audience, who applaud us with tears in their eyes, and identify here with the drama that Colombia is living through, with the twisted, mud-spattered bodies of the dancers, found in the myriad of abandoned shoes on stage, evoking the multitude of the disappeared: yes, in this emotion, I find my ‘raison d’être’.”
Accounts collected by Raphaël de Gubernatis for Nouvel Observateur (September 2002)