Finally we made it again to the BAM — this beautiful old and handsome theater in Brooklyn, exciting and enchanting. As part of the New Wave Festival they performed Tina Bausch's VOLLMOND (FULL MOON). New Wave always promises to be exciting and spectacular, and this of course was no exception. Non-stop dancing steps were fueled by non-stop energy in a one piece program interrupted by an intermission.
The constant and brilliant footwork reminded me of our life as human beings with all our weaknesses, our strength and the absurdity of all of it. Non-stop we go. One is pinned to the seat and VOLLMOND triggered thoughts of the moon and its myth, its relationship to the tides and the waters and maybe also to our sometimes bizarre behavior during the time of a full moon.
It was artistic and spellbinding; the stage scene was just a huge huge rock crossing over a river, a piece of water, real water and a lot! Nothing else. Dancers appeared mostly in pairs; the men were strong, silly, playful and the female dancers whirled around strong and feminine when they interacted with the men. They walked over the rock, danced on the rock, played with the water, swirled buckets with water around creating a symphony of water, and yes they all also swam in it. All was underlined with the most beautiful music, very haunting. Tiny little stories were acted out and made you laugh out loud at times. Spoken utterances consisted just of a word or a sentence: sometimes like a cry for help, or a dry comment. One could not help smiling while listening to the profoundness of it all — or you could cry about the sadness. It seemed that everybody in the audience was spellbound, and a huge applause arose at the end. We all became alive again.
Tina Bausch died in 2009; this was her last creation, just finished before she was diagnosed with cancer and then she died nine days later.
The constant and brilliant footwork reminded me of our life as human beings with all our weaknesses, our strength and the absurdity of all of it. Non-stop we go. One is pinned to the seat and VOLLMOND triggered thoughts of the moon and its myth, its relationship to the tides and the waters and maybe also to our sometimes bizarre behavior during the time of a full moon.
It was artistic and spellbinding; the stage scene was just a huge huge rock crossing over a river, a piece of water, real water and a lot! Nothing else. Dancers appeared mostly in pairs; the men were strong, silly, playful and the female dancers whirled around strong and feminine when they interacted with the men. They walked over the rock, danced on the rock, played with the water, swirled buckets with water around creating a symphony of water, and yes they all also swam in it. All was underlined with the most beautiful music, very haunting. Tiny little stories were acted out and made you laugh out loud at times. Spoken utterances consisted just of a word or a sentence: sometimes like a cry for help, or a dry comment. One could not help smiling while listening to the profoundness of it all — or you could cry about the sadness. It seemed that everybody in the audience was spellbound, and a huge applause arose at the end. We all became alive again.
Tina Bausch died in 2009; this was her last creation, just finished before she was diagnosed with cancer and then she died nine days later.
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