Spectacle de Danse-théâtre

Messe surréaliste, où les danseurs passent d’une croyance à l’autre, dans un Match de vents contraires, dont ils sont à la fois acteurs et spectateurs.

Surrealist Mass, where the dancers pass from one belief to another, in a Match of Headwinds, of which they are both actors and spectators.

 


 

Sur scène, les danseurs fixent les spectateurs comme s’ils regardaient un match à la télévision. Tantôt soulevés par la joie de la victoire, tantôt accablés par la déception de la défaite. Pour sortir de ce cycle, ils commencent à prier.
L’avenir n’existe pas encore, mais la croyance qu’il sera meilleur que le passé induit des rituels.
De leurs prières tombe du ciel une énergie qui sépare le groupe de danseurs en deux parties. Un souffle énorme, un vent de dualité qui tantôt les éloigne les uns des autres tantôt les éloigne du public, vers qui, avec effort, les danseurs finalement se dirigent, portant leur foi en l’avenir, matérialisée par un Angelus Novus aux yeux larges et à la bouche grande ouverte.
Comme l’Angelus Novus peint par Paul Klee, l’un des éléments dont s’inspire cette nouvelle création.
The dancers are on stage both as in a ceremony and as if they were attending a game. With their eyes empty, they stare at the spectators as they would watch a game on television. Sometimes raised by the joy of victory, sometimes overwhelmed by the disappointment of defeat. To get out of this cycle, they start praying. The future does not yet exist, but the belief that it will be better than the past induces rituals. From their prayers falls an energy from heaven that separates the group of dancers in two parts. A huge breath, a wind that pushes them away from each other. But in the effort, they come together. Then this force that repels them also moves, it comes from the public’s gaze, the dancers move towards it carrying their faith in a better future, materialized by a messiah with wide eyes and an open mouth. Like the Angelus Novus paint by Paul Klee.

 

 

 

Cie Puls'Art - Angelus Novus - Photo Céline Ka

 

Nous jouerons Angelus Novus à Berlin, dans le cadre du Festival 48h Neukölln 2019 : Pendant l’exposition « Riven in Time’ (photos /vidéos /performances) en collaboration avec l’artiste Corinna Rosteck dans l’Église Kulturkirche Nikodemus
Nous jouerons également « Augmented Organic Reality » une performance accompagnée par les vidéos-projections de Corinna Rosteck et le piano de Volker Jaekel
We will play Angelus Novus in Berlin, as part of the Festival 48h Neukölln 2019: During ‚Riven in Time’  exhibition/performance in collaboration with the visual artist Corinna Rosteck in Kulturkirche Nikodemus
We will also play « Augmented Organic Reality » a Dance performance with Corinna Rosteck’s video projections and Volker Jaekel’s piano.

 

 

 

« Augmented Organic Reality » visual made by Corinna Rosteck with Puls’Art dancers

 

Programme :

14.6.
20.00 : Performance I « Angelus Novus »
23.30: Performance  II « Augmented Organic Reality »
 
15.6.
20.00: Performance I « Angelus Novus »
23.30 Performance  II « Augmented Organic Reality »
 
16.6.
17.00: Performance  II « Augmented Organic Reality »

 

 

Angelus Novus Synopsis/Poem by Mathieu Gabard :

 

«Hear

too clear 

the belief

getting lost away

and away

and away

twirling us

out of breath

by dusts

undulations

move in each corps

warring winds link fright 

to disaster

harmed stars home

catched in a slumped symbols chaos 

a dive

out of you

another way

to breath

the huge

crowned by void

through the ruins

a skyline rise»

 

 

Photos : Céline Ka

 

 

 

«There is a painting by Klee called Angelus Novus. It represents an angel who seems to have the intention of moving away from what his gaze seems to be riveted to. His eyes are wide open, his mouth open, his wings spread. This is the aspect that the angel of history must necessarily have. His face is turned towards the past. Where a series of events appear before us, he sees only one single catastrophe, which keeps piling up ruins after ruins and throwing them at his feet. He would like to linger, awaken the dead and gather the defeated. But from paradise blows a storm that has caught on its wings, so strong that the angel can no longer close them. This storm pushes him incessantly towards the future to which he turns his back, while up to the sky in front of him the ruins accumulate. This storm is what we call progress.»

Walter Benjamin

 

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