I’m a living, loving, functioning being broken into crumbs of love, giving myself to the blast.
A sense of disaster, death of all hope and of ending, crawl like an illness via the dancers’ bodies.
Now that there are no limits we are dangerous to ourselves.
Liquids of information, the pain of loss and mental exhaustion mutate into a big a heart coated with darkness and matter made from guarded secrets.
This creation is post the actual illness, after all had been lost already. It holds just enough to sustain us alive, dreaming in our blind body. This creation is a reason to cry // Sharon Eyal
Winner of the FEDORA – Van Cleef & Arpels Prize for Ballet