צילום אייל לנדסמן “אם מוכת יגון עומדת, מול הצלב בוכה, רועדת, שם תלוי ישוע בנה. את לבה המתיפח להב הכאב פולח, מה נורא הוא יגונה. מה נוגה היא, מה סובלת הקדושה, האם לילד האחד ואין אחר, הכואבת, הדואבת, הרועדת למראהו של הבן המתיסר.” תרגום של עדו אברביה למילות המזמור הקתולי מהמאה ה13, סטאבט מאטר. Read more
Though I could not have imagined it when we embarked upon the project, performing for children at this time in this country is one of the great privileges of my life. And looking around the studio in Sha’ar Hanegev, I was grateful for that hour away from the world, and for the opportunity to dance for a handful of hopeful small faces.Read more
Maybe a dance piece is also a dance peace, as in – a way to make peace with Ori’s almost life-long relationship with dance. Peace and love. And here we come full circle, as dance is love through time and space.Read more
It seems the dancers created their own rules and it is fascinating. Throughout the piece they seem to be inviting us to discover and explore it. Is it their or the choreographer’s? Who determined the rules? And which rules were broken?Read more
The term “to run wild” means to grow unrestrained, undisciplined, like a wild animal or an imagination that isn’t held back by rules.Read more
רשמים של ג’ני בירגר בעקבות אירוע כלגוף בכלים – שלוש יצירות מחול שנוצרו בשיתוף א.נשים עם מגוון יכולות
At its essence, the Mothers’ Parliament wanted to create hope- and they succeeded. Read more
Five women from different cities, meet, travel in time, build a bridge between the past and the present and imagine the future. We are practicing collective work in a period of individualism. Dismantling, recreating and establishing the Palestinian dabke for ourselves. We are rewriting history and offering a new narrative; an exalted, female, political, collective and personal body.Read more
*photo Laetitia Boulud Who let the dogs out? נביחות כלבים בחושך מוחלט יש צליל של רוחות קרות כמו בסופת שלג, מקום מרוחק מכאן. אולי אנטרקטיקה. מקום שרגל אדם לא דרכה בו. דמות של גבר זוחלת מבעד לחלון. הוא גבר עשוי ממפרקים מתפרקים, מדבר איתנו דרך הגוף שלו. דרך קווים ארוכים ונשברים של תנועה. דמות שלRead more
Interweaving facts, anecdotes, imagery, recordings, and her own interpretation of this complex web of data, Ori’s ghost of Jacqueline Kennedy touched me deeply. It made me think of a beautiful poem I discovered earlier this year called “Bluebird”, by another American icon – Charles Bukowski. It starts like this: “There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him. I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you.” Jackie Pink and Black feels like opening the cage, enabling us to hear the bluebird sing a little. Read more