The dance I am seeking uncovers historical wounds. It resists the fallacy of truth and explores the dictates imposed by neoliberalism which, as per the worst dictatorships, has the quality of presenting itself as the only possible system, of brushing away the past and rejecting any future which does not resemble and replicate it. Neoliberalism is the perfect fiction, an impeccable application of the Aristotelian concept of verisimilitude. The dance I am seeking uncovers historical wounds and actively resists fiction and its verisimilitude.
The dance I am seeking rejects the notion of the body as housing the individual, the anecdotal, the romantic. It re-vindicates its capacity to embody a collective voice and messages that pertain to us as a species. The collective body overrides the current body and celebrates what all of them have lived, even if they are no longer with us.
The dance I am seeking belongs to folklore: it is the wildest and most profound of bodies. Independent of the fashions and the dictatorship of the present, it is capable of applying a critical physicality to history. I am uninterested in folklore as a finished product, stylised, schematic. Folklore opens like a wound in our bodies whenever we dance. It’s dynamic, it’s alive. It transforms into ourselves, it is us.
I am not seeking a body imbued with verisimilitude, but one that is real. A body vehemently exposed to its fleetingness, which offers itself like flowers to the silence of cemeteries.