Choreography/scenography: Francesco Scavetta & Gry Kipperberg
Dancer: Gry Kipperberg
Music and live electronic: Luigi Ceccarelli
Musician: Daniele Roccato (contrabass)
Light design: Stefano Stacchini
Costume design: Gjøril Bjercke Sæther
Produced by: Wee
Co-production: Dansens Hus/Oslo, Edison Studio/Roma
Collaborations: Teatro Comunale di Cagli (I), Tuscania Teatro (I)
With support of: Norsk kulturråd, Fond for lyd og bilde, Det Italienske kulturinstitutt i Oslo
Strangely enough it’s a solo performed by Gry Kipperberg. The music is composed by Luigi Ceccarelli and played live by the contrabassist Daniele Roccato.
The piece deals with the relationship between physicality and the perception of intimate states, where images are simultaneously simple and enigmatic, visible and hidden. A context where the abstract flows into concrete forms and actions, inviting the audience to be a visitor.
The perception of an intimate microcosm can resonate into us generating physical or emotional short-circuits. Can create visual analogies, shaped by our consciousness, recognition and our self-reflection.
Body experiences, with focus on the subtle and intimate, are contra-posed, and collide with, sound landscapes and the electro-acoustic music.
“Nobody knows, but I know, you know”.
Searching for what’s happened.
Trying to make sense by puzzling bits and pieces.
Places. Situations. Memories.
I have been there, yes it’s true.
No need for chronologies. It happen, doesn’t matter when.
One time, two times. Can you see what I see? Shifting. Changing.
While moving things are getting blurred.
From different points of view.
Seen from different points of view, as we ourselves see the world from different points of view.
Tuesday, 12 August. 4 pm.
What does she wants? What does she find – except for the feeling of sinking into a transparent place where she can disappear and reappear.
It’s like something has faded away.
It was there but is not anymore.
I am not quite sure.
It’s like removing a painting hanging from the wall where has been for very long.
The wall will contain the memory of its presence, even after it’s not there anymore.
Nobody knows but I know, you know.
Time of my life.