If art is the point where something goes out in the world like Beuys said. Then this just happened right here, in this off-theatre in Berlin-Kreuzberg.
100 years Joseph Beuys: What would be when he would have been a woman? Or without a gender? Women’s voice? Man’s voice? Women’s art ? Men’s art? Or art and a snail voice?How many pockets Beuys's vest had? What's in Joseph's pocket?Memories, secrets, and clues of provocation? Or conversation/communication for heating each other?
What’s in our pocket?
Maybe they are filled with some coins, spears, pieces of notes, colored pens, small stones and leaves, for invisible future made of imagination is packed. This body is a sculpture, my words that spin memories.
Every day every hour every minute every second my body is transforming with the contents of the pocket.
Chemical reaction by heat and moisture, fermentation, color change, rot, drying.
Empty pockets hold the wind and keep expanding. Imagine and create sky in palm.
Object and object, people and people, words and words, forms will appear, bring in life, unravel mysteries, create myth, hand down stories… mine, and ours. A dance performance.
Performance duration: 1 hour 11 minutes
Tickets: 16 € / reduced price 10 € (also with tanzcard)