Yulia Frydin on Project 48- Day 1
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.
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