Festival THEATRE
Playing actors and viewers. A play which may overpower its participants, but is impossible not to join. A group of actors is performing a play concerning bull´s resurrection from days immemorial until today. A frightening and a frightened look are trying to push each other out, and thus deliminate the stage and the auditorium. This Farm in the Cave´s scenic composition draws from rhythms and dance steps through which slaves in Brazil were shaking off their bonds and creating their own world....
Playing actors and viewers. A play which may overpower its participants, but is impossible not to join. A group of actors is performing a play concerning bull´s resurrection from days immemorial until today. A frightening and a frightened look are trying to push each other out, and thus deliminate the stage and the auditorium. This Farm in the Cave´s scenic composition draws from rhythms and dance steps through which slaves in Brazil were shaking off their bonds and creating their own world....
Festival MESS
Memory versus the presence of a place – the railway station Zilina-Zariecie; from here, Jews from the Slovak State were deported during the second world war.
In the waiting-room, a place in-between, „accidental“ travellers meet and the dead return, not by accident. In this banal triangle of relations, private violence accumulates, evoking the unhealed historical trauma, which is still the root of silent nationalism.
We find ourselves in the place of central-European conscience, where – accompanied by the tones of Slovak tango – we meet the ghosts of those with whom we have not parted.
Memory versus the presence of a place – the railway station Zilina-Zariecie; from here, Jews from the Slovak State were deported during the second world war.
In the waiting-room, a place in-between, „accidental“ travellers meet and the dead return, not by accident. In this banal triangle of relations, private violence accumulates, evoking the unhealed historical trauma, which is still the root of silent nationalism.
We find ourselves in the place of central-European conscience, where – accompanied by the tones of Slovak tango – we meet the ghosts of those with whom we have not parted.