English Follows*

vogue

Work #1: Oz’s Legend

Three men

In uniform

Like yeshiva students

Reciting the words of a lullaby

Religion full of repeating rituals

Doubtfully serious

Doubtfully ironic

A sense of sexuality

And identity

.Hidden

At times they appear members of a British choir

At times the setting sun

They continue

In the

Ruthless

Religious

.Work

Work #2: Composite

Hot pink

Blinding

Stripes

Dots

.Stripes

Microphone

Instructions

.Like those of a Gaga class

Three

Dots

On the rib

As happy-sad clowns

Glowing

In the pink

.Neon light

Modularity

Moving

In a final dance

.A soft propeller

A tremor in the voice

Self

Awareness

Eyes closed

.All body and soul

The Titanic arrives in yellow light

Unseen

Stomach muscles peek out

.In colossal silence

There’s an attempt to touch something passed

Over and done

An attempt to show something

That cannot be

Seen

A sharp change occurs

From gentleness

To a demonstration

In movement

Between past

And present

.And now

Work #3: This is the Source

Points

Decoration

Flowers

An amazing dancer

Galloping on stage

Like a wild horse

In a danced

Fashion

.Procession

Vogue

The young man from the piece is also

There

With attention deficits

.Listening to a scratched record

Freckled legs

,Bruises

.Scraps of memory

Work #4:  Locker

Tank top   Tank top

Adidas      Adidas

Dragging

Voiceover

:A vision for the company

,I came”

,I asked
!”I took

Step   Step

Debka  Debka

Repeat

Repeat
Repeat

.Mishap

Clockwise Hora

One   Two

One   Two

.Obsession

.This is Africa

Blond hair flying through the space

On beat

Independent groove

Like monkey love

Struggled crumping

How fun

.And the audience’s applause is loud

Work #5: Who Do You Think You Are

They start with an Arabic class

.And the audience cracks up

A powerful

Greek Urn Dance

Is passed between teacher and student

The movement must always stay in its frame

.From the fear of emptiness

.Horror Vacui

,Amplified self-awareness

And you’ll always be pretty

,The Mediterranean is in the hips

Because the men here are like

Mythological

Monsters

They’ll eat you up

.As the last of women

Mother Earth

Full of humor

Bursting out of the movement boundaries

.She set for herself

.There is a report on the microphone to Big Brother

A man looking for meaning

Turns to Father Earth

Without mannerisms

Without habits

Clean of all sexual orientation

Like a monkey

Like a horse

Noble

Strong and galloping

And unable to stop

The dance

Entrenched in him

Because dance is who I am

It’s in me

.And I am it

Like Hillel’s stage language

That is always stronger than him

And results in laughing at himself

Complex humor

Seasoned

With a chuckle

And sarcasm

And we

Just

Wipe

Our tears of laughter

In chasses towards

.The exit

ילידת 1983 (קייב, אוקראינה).

גרה ויוצרת בתל אביב.

רוקדת,  מציירת,  כותבת,  מצלמת.

לומדת.

מלמדת.

תלמידה תמידית.

בעלת תואר ראשון ותעודה הוראה מטעם המדרשה לאמנות בבית ברל.

למדה קורס ציור סיני אצל האמן קזואו אישי.

חקרה את שפת התנועה של אוהד נהרין, ריקוד אפריקאי ושבטי,

מתרגלת איינגר יוגה להשקטת התודעה.

למדה ב”סימולטור” (שרון צוקרמן ומשה שכטר)

ב”שלומבל” (שלומית פונדמינסקי וענבל אלוני)

וכרגע נמצאת בתוכנית היצירה השנתית ב”כלים” (ענת דניאל).

מחפשת את השפה התנועתית

שאוכל לדבר בה-

בלי

לגמגם.

מילה.