Tanzquartier Wien

A shoe listens to the sound of steps and instantly dissolves into thin air. A gesture disappears before it can emerge. Some background activity can be seen in detail. how, on floors tickles the feet of dance. This dance starts out hesitantly, like a proposal, until it comes into being. Misty-eyed looks, a hose, utopian space. A word hiding from itself only to be discovered between the pages. The resurrection of an image, lost without being looked at. Floating flakes, the white noise of sound.

how, on floors shortens the distance between places without putting presence before absence. It requires the kind of attention that allows multiple things to happen at once. Tutto ha inizio nel 1978, or an alternative beginning. This performance whispers into dust’s ear, trying to understand the particles before they form a coherent image. Hair will be swallowed and become part of something more. Transformed into the element of dust, an amalgamation of living and dead things. Dust needs a place to congregate. Dust records the passing of time and directs our attention to objects’ contours and atmospheres.