Fresh Flakes & In exile / في المنفى

Gedurende zes weken werkten Alicia, Marah en Robbe het afgelopen academiejaar samen aan een voorstelling voor hun dramaproject. Met hun verschillende werkvormen (Marah behaalde eerder een bachelor dans aan het Koninklijk Conservatorium van Antwerpen) daagden ze elkaar uit in allerlei improvisatie-oefeningen. Samen schreven, speelden en choreografeerden ze. De afgelopen 2 weken hebben ze de keuze gemaakt om verder te gaan in een duet (Alicia en Robbe) getiteld Fresh Flakes en een solo (Marah) onder de naam In exile / في المنفى .

Over Fresh Flakes:

“Who did that to the poor baby birds?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it was a cuckoo.”
“Why?”
“Because it needed a nest.”
“Why doesn’t it just make its own nest?”
“Because that’s nature, that’s just the way things are.”
“I don’t like the way things are. They’re terrible.”
“Well, it’s only horrible sometimes” (Finnegan, 2019, 0:03:13)
Two figures wanting to be saved. Sometimes they are friends and seem to know each other. Other times they seem like total strangers. When do you get to the point of being friends? What can you expect from them? They try to make the incomprehensible understandable. They confess, they are honest, they mourn, they lie. Things seem to go on forever, they get into a rut. Ultimately, it is temporality that they fear most.

Over In exile / في المنفى :

A figure tries to get hold of the routine that draws her life. The routine that cannot define neither her beginning nor her possible end.

صمت يميّز المساحة الملتفة

حول كينونة تلك الانسانة

كشال يحميها من عصف الرياح الباردة

حرارة تروي حنجرتها

فتسخن.

انت جزء من دائرة

تتغير أبعاد الأقطار داخلها

بتقلّصها أو تشعّبها

بقدر ما تسمح الظروف.

دائرة من خط لولبي

بدايته نقطة تقع عند بيت الجارة

يطوف حول البنايات والحدائق

ليعطف حدودها

محددا موقعها,

جذرها,

ونوع التربة,

رنين ايقاع اللغة,

نبرة الحديث,

وصدى الضحك أو الاندفاع.

ضحكت الحجارة تحت كفات قدميها

فوقعت.

صوّبت نظراتها اليّ

بعد أن دارت حول العالم

ومن الخارج الى الداخل

ابتسمت.

EN:

Stillness marks the space wrapped
around her being,
like a scarf that protects her from the blowing of the cold wind.
heat that hydrates her throat
so that she gets warm.
You are a part of a circle
in which its diameters change
by shrinking or spreading
according to what the conditions allow.
A spiral

where its beginning point is at the door of the neighbor

that roams around crossing all borders

specifies her location,

her root,

the type of earth,

the ringing of the melodic language,

the tone of speech,

and the echo of laughter or impulsiveness.

The stones giggled underneath her feet

and so she fell.

She shot her gaze at me

after she has toured the world around

and from outside to inside

she smiled.Gedurende zes weken werkten Alicia, Marah en Robbe het afgelopen academiejaar samen aan een voorstelling voor hun dramaproject. Met hun verschillende werkvormen (Marah behaalde eerder een bachelor dans aan het Koninklijk Conservatorium van Antwerpen) daagden ze elkaar uit in allerlei improvisatie-oefeningen. Samen schreven, speelden en choreografeerden ze. De afgelopen 2 weken hebben ze de keuze gemaakt om verder te gaan in een duet (Alicia en Robbe) getiteld Fresh Flakes en een solo (Marah) onder de naam In exile / في المنفى .

Over Fresh Flakes:

“Who did that to the poor baby birds?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it was a cuckoo.”
“Why?”
“Because it needed a nest.”
“Why doesn’t it just make its own nest?”
“Because that’s nature, that’s just the way things are.”
“I don’t like the way things are. They’re terrible.”
“Well, it’s only horrible sometimes” (Finnegan, 2019, 0:03:13)
Two figures wanting to be saved. Sometimes they are friends and seem to know each other. Other times they seem like total strangers. When do you get to the point of being friends? What can you expect from them? They try to make the incomprehensible understandable. They confess, they are honest, they mourn, they lie. Things seem to go on forever, they get into a rut. Ultimately, it is temporality that they fear most.

Over In exile / في المنفى :

A figure tries to get hold of the routine that draws her life. The routine that cannot define neither her beginning nor her possible end.

صمت يميّز المساحة الملتفة

حول كينونة تلك الانسانة

كشال يحميها من عصف الرياح الباردة

حرارة تروي حنجرتها

فتسخن.

انت جزء من دائرة

تتغير أبعاد الأقطار داخلها

بتقلّصها أو تشعّبها

بقدر ما تسمح الظروف.

دائرة من خط لولبي

بدايته نقطة تقع عند بيت الجارة

يطوف حول البنايات والحدائق

ليعطف حدودها

محددا موقعها,

جذرها,

ونوع التربة,

رنين ايقاع اللغة,

نبرة الحديث,

وصدى الضحك أو الاندفاع.

ضحكت الحجارة تحت كفات قدميها

فوقعت.

صوّبت نظراتها اليّ

بعد أن دارت حول العالم

ومن الخارج الى الداخل

ابتسمت.

EN:

Stillness marks the space wrapped
around her being,
like a scarf that protects her from the blowing of the cold wind.
heat that hydrates her throat
so that she gets warm.
You are a part of a circle
in which its diameters change
by shrinking or spreading
according to what the conditions allow.
A spiral

where its beginning point is at the door of the neighbor

that roams around crossing all borders

specifies her location,

her root,

the type of earth,

the ringing of the melodic language,

the tone of speech,

and the echo of laughter or impulsiveness.

The stones giggled underneath her feet

and so she fell.

She shot her gaze at me

after she has toured the world around

and from outside to inside

she smiled.