Tanzquartier Wien

“I gnaw on my cursed wings and crash down on an untouched land, where I take up the life of a hidden monster. Because you bent my eyes with your pliers, my gaze is inflected and emanating a blurred identity. The starting point here is an assembly of the body, the voice and everyday objects. These materials are often misused, disarticulated and curved, their clattering causes a truncated transmutation. It is an inaccurately monstrous solo that conjures up an aggregate of performative elements embodying rotting, crappy images, as an interruption in the middle of a process. This set of practices and speculations reveals the hypothetical potential of human physicality, which absurdly dodges normativity, as a distortion of legitimacy and as a joke about society’s unconscious biases. With the recurring theme of monsters, I intend to explore an ambiguity that subverts the prosaic, because these fantastic creatures represent the margins of society, my unconscious and my inner repression. FUNKENSTEIN propagates a confused perception and disseminates an affective ambivalence.” – Kim Kidows