#ourownwork

workshop with the third year acting students of the czech program 02 

rehearsing hills hills etc etc day 52

Unconventional theater between trees

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(M, L and E spent a lovely week in September on a residency at Naplaveno)

“Minimal movement is stillness, a beautiful word. Stillness isn’t static. Stillness is alive, quivering.”  *Timothy Morton: Appearance is War

In the beginning of the semester for a few days we were listenning to, measuring and tuning with  three bridges of Prague in a workshop with norvegian scenographer Jakub Oredsson.  https://jakoboredsson.com/

They suffered. They cried. They bled. They cried on stage and behind. They cried while everyone listened. They cried so much. They cried themselves helpless. They tried to continue to talk while crying. They tried to stop crying to be able to talk. They continued to cry. They continued to talk. They continued to suffer and then it got better for a while.

Butter and summer and flies.

Skin and sheets and lies.

Outcompeting each other with sexy red panties.

Eating almonds for lunch.

Sweating. Under the armpits, on the forehead, behind the ears. On the back, on the breast, below the belly, between the legs, in the kneecalves, on the feet, between the butt cheeks.

When are you burning me, or shall I burn you first? Baby, we are on fire!

I wish you would suck my blood.

just a little bit. i promise i won't try to escape. please, can you sting me, i am begging you. you can use me as a space. you can walk on me, sit on me or just hang out on me.

I wish you would suck my blood.

please attack me. bite me. eat me.

first observe me and then chase me.

or you can just ignore me while I wish you would suck my blood.

please, lay your eggs onto me. please lay your eggs into me.

please, hang out on me. please hang out inside of me.

will you kill me?

I wish you would suck my blood.

can you please parasite me? you can transmit any disease to me that you want.

I am trying real hard.