Blinded Eyes On The Human Interaction
Relying on the principles and concepts of the French Théâtre de l’Absurde, this research attempts to embody the diverse communications and impacts on the self as entity. With the blindness and the reflection of mirrors as creation tools, Human Interaction digs into the sel(ves), travelling from the defining individual to the ineluctable Other.
The body is the jail of the mind, they said…
What if another way was taken,
What if the view was different,
What if I told you that birds in cage are struggling,
As thoughts in mind are beating.
Broken wings, fractured souls,
Some die for the feeling, some people need love.
Graceful loneliness for others. Reflection of the self.
The journey of the skin & the internal fight.
In the depth of a painful flesh
Remains only the infinite scar of a virgin body.
The body is the jail of the mind, they said…
Performed at the Central Saint Martins’ Platform Theatre in March 2018.
Premiered at Anya Linden Theatre in December 2018.
DANCERS
Elin Anderson, Joey Barton, Gabriel Ciulli, Adélie Lavail,
Llewelyn Lewis, Connor Scott
MUSIC
Forest Swords- Shrine Hale, r.roo – Kasanie, Trentemøller – The Very Last Resort, HÆLOS – Intro/Spectrum, Radiohead – 15 Step
DESIGN/COSTUMES
Eliandro Monteiro
FILMING
Mark Duffield
MONTAGE
Cindy Fournier
POETIC WORDS
The Self-Perception – The Primary Reflection
| And when I saw her
She vanished away like the flying angel of mine
Hunting the echoes of my burden
I was lost in her
She was lost in me
We were reflections |
The Confidence – The Second & Primary Social Reflection
| He knew I was someone else
Somewhere else
He kept holding my cold body in his arms
Didn’t mean to do no harm
Hold me tight
He did it all to spare me from the awful
And while he told me things that last all winters, that wound all scars, that save and kill
I knew I could not forget, nor forgive the infinite embrace that forever drills
He knew I was someone else
Somewhere else
But he kept holding
Half protecting
Half destroying
The anguish and the fear
Scarcely touching
But utterly supporting
The feverish ashes of a blood that not once could bleed
Not in the gaze of the one who can heal
Without understanding
I was falling into him
He was falling into me
We were broken mirrors|
The Expectations – The Third & Interactive Reflection
| Embracing the eternal absence
I stood there
Gazing at the Crowd
Surrounded by the painful flesh
The Lost Memory
And as we all are demons
We all are angels
All Children of Despair
Soon I will leave
The timeless Silence
I was their eyes
They were mine
We were expectations|
Design for Dance, March 2018, Platform Theatre – Central Saint Martins (UAL) London
MOVING INSPIRATIONS
Elin Anderson, Joey Barton, Gabriel Ciulli, Olivia Grassot, Adélie Lavail, Llewelyn Lewis, Freddie Middleton, Connor Scott & Julia Ueda
MUSIC
John Stanier, Bryce Dessner – Lou