Throughout my childhood, the other version of this conversation happened countless times in our household, following some incident at school that either myself or my sister had gone through. Our parents told us what so many parents tell their daughters. Someone hit you, pushed you, called you a name, dumped your desk, whatever, because they wanted to get your attention. Because they like you.Read more
Since joining forces, Dagan and Marin have racked up an impressive list of engagements, ranging from performance invitations in Israel and abroad to commissions to being appointed co-Artistic Directors of the Intimadance Festival at Tmuna Theater. They are an example of friendship, true collaboration and a different, kinder, more devout and conscientious possibility for leadership in the dance world.Read more
I am involved in an ongoing internal research project about the factors that separate between a day in which setting a modest meal on the table between 5:30 and 6:15 feels possible, enjoyable even, and the days in which dinner makes me want to skyrocket myself off the balcony.Read more
Together we will embark upon a new creative process that will include text, movement, personal and group expression. The sessions will include warm up, generation of movement, composition, personal feedback. The final meeting will be open to friends and family.Read more
During the lockdown, choreographer, designer and visual artist Inbal Pinto sketched images of people wedged in their doorframes. While staying indoors, they had somehow grown too large to get through the openings and were thus trapped inside. When the lockdown ended, celebrated writer Etgar Keret published a story entitled Outside in which authorities have to force people out of their homes. Their time inside had made them fearful and reluctant to reenter public spaces.Read more
Not long ago, while sitting for breakfast with my older daughter, that same sadness bubbled up in a different way. There she was, having recently finished first grade, nearly as far from an adult as she is from being a baby. She perched on her chair, back straight and hair flowing, and gently punctured her fried egg. She was suddenly so grown, such a clear being.Read more
PRE-FORMANCE PROJECT- קיץ 2020 סדנת פרפורמנס בת 10 מפגשים עם רייצ’ל ארדוס ואורי לנקינסקי מתי- ימי ג‘ 10:00-14:00 14.7-15.9 איפה- להקת פרסקו סטודיו שירה, תחנה מרכזית תל אביב למי זה מיועד- רקדנים מקצועיים ורקדנים שבדרכם להיות מקצועיים, מ18-118 מה זה כולל- בסדנה נצלול יחד לתהליך יצירה חדש שיכלול תנועה, טקסט, ביטוי אישי וקבוצתי. המפגשים יהיו מורכבים מחימוםRead more
This memory guides me to the very first dance studio I ever saw. It had a name: Sala Rossa. It was a bright red box of a room with golden barres and pictures of famous ballerinas hanging on the walls. All very anxiety-inducing for my likes. I’m surrounded by slim, beautiful girls walking like elegant cats, holding onto the barre for balance in ways that seem effortless to me.Read more
Dear Balloons,
thank you for reminding me
to stay plenty empty
available for space
and new possibilities.Read more
I remember the way the chair felt and that feeling…. that feeling of seeing something that would change me. It was not just that the piece was excellent. It was that first-time sensation…. the first time when something on stage punched me in the guts…the first time I saw a show that depicted real people exploring everyday social issues not just making pretty shapes. I knew it was choreographed and practiced but, for me, it was happening in real time. It was everything that I could imagine and more. I was in high school and we were told to take notes but no notes could describe what I felt so my page was left empty.Read more