CONCRETE SKIN -
Between the meaning and feelings
Back in may I took part in the art residency organised by Lettretage Berlin that aims to pair literature with other art forms. I was collaborating with Maria A. Ioannou (a writer from Cyprus) and we created a performance based on her short story called Phillip.
"It's a story about the soul of the objects, but also the objects as a way of understanding people, and the objectification of people, and their relation with objects, and the body as an objectified body"
I read it [the sort story “Phillip”] one or two days before starting to work with Maria, just to have an idea and I liked it. It captured my imagination, And then, this question came into my mind: how can I be the character, the main character, without being the main character? How can I move without dancing, without becoming Phillip and just becoming Phillip?
It created Philip, this man, who sees himself as an object. The dancer Momo Sanno explores this unusual figure with his body as if he were moving into a state of consciousness through his movements. How does it feel to be an object, to be made an object by others, to withdraw into the object? And how do you express it so that the audience is part of it? ~Sieglinde Hostage
I tried to create this character with a life of its own and still allow the public to feel these paradoxical relations. And for me it was like, ok, how do I start? How do I move? Do I move against the rhythm of the words?
Every text has a rhythm and we were trying to find that underlined space, that other space that engulfs and completes the text.
When I saw the text, I immediately saw where I wanted to start from, in terms of building up the character, because the character is like this, but then it has this other space, the inner space, that we can’t always see, and I think also in real life it takes us some time to connect with the interior space of any person. Most of the time we remain on the surface. There’s so many things beyond the surface, it’s much more intimate, much more beautiful, I think, the space that each person has beyond that, and some people don’t expose it as often, or maybe don’t show it at all.