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"...Everything I do emerges from the depths of my being, and yet it has the ability to reach the other. That's what I appreciate more and more, that binds me to artistic creation: a sharing of feelings that lead us to thoughts kept and silenced..." www.taniacarvalho.org Weaving Chaos (2014) “…la chorégraphe portugaise Tânia Carvalho, qui a fait du voyage d’Ulysse un tableau vivant, picturalement chargé de références, joliment agencées et emportées dans les flots d’une danse parfaitement maîtrisés.” MARIE-CHRISTINE VERNAY, Libération www.taniacarvalho.org Video broad view: https://vimeo.com/121337759 zoomed and angled: http://vimeo.com/110577877 Password | taniataniatania Credits Choreography | Tânia Carvalho Dancers | Antón Skrzypiciel, Allan Falieri, André Santos, Bruno Senune, Catarina Felix, Cláudio Vieira, Gonçalo Ferreira de Almeida, Leonor Hipólito, Luiz Antunes, Luís Guerra, Maria João Rodrigues e Petra Van Gompel. Music | Ulrich Estreich Costumes | Aleksandar Protic Light Design | Zeca Iglésias Light Scenography and Promotional Photography | Jorge Santos Photography | Margarida Dias Production | João Guimarães for Tânia Carvalho Production (until dez 14) | Sofia Matos/Bomba Suicida www.taniacarvalho.org Coproduction Les Subsistances (Lyon), Biennal de la Danse de Lyon (Lyon), Thèâtre de la Ville com Les Spectacles vivants - Centre Pompidou (Paris), Maria Matos Teatro Municipal (Lisboa), Centro Cultural Vila Flor (Guimarães), O Espaço do Tempo (Montemor-O-Novo), Teatro Viriato (Viseu) . Artistic Residence Les Subsistances (FR); O Espaço do Tempo; Materiais Diversos / Centro Cultural do Cartaxo (PT); Hellerau – European Center for the Arts Dresden, (DE); Support Direção Geral das Artes / Governo de Portugal; Rede Cinco Sentidos, O Espaço do Tempo e Alkantara (Portugal) Past Shows 2014 19 to 22 September - Angar Sâonne, Les Subsistances - Biennal de la Danse de Lyon, (FR) 24 to 26 September - Centre Pompidou, Théâtre de la Ville / Les Spectacles vivants - Centre Pompidou, (FR) 2015 14 February - Centro Cultural Vila Flor, Festival Guidance, Guimarães (PT) 19 February - Teatro Académico Gil Vicente, Coimbra (PT) 20 and 21 February - Maria Matos Teatro Municipal, Lisboa (PT) www.taniacarvalho.org Weaving Chaos (2014) The body of Homer’s Odyssey, viewed as the monumental object that has come to represent some of the fundamental laws of epic poetry, is that of an unending path of return that leads to a reunion, and eventually to a distinctive sort of deliverance for its hero. Its written form addresses the fusion of an unflinching belief and the obstacles that it is faced with, of a confident hope and the pain of anguished yearning for the final unity. Its moving form, in contrast, wants to translate this intimacy of willfulness and constant striving into an abyss that is forced to become a living chaos. The mere intent to transpose such a thing as the Odyssey into the territory of dance is by itself an ordeal and a wandering of its own kind, inasmuch as it implies the mixture and the merging of all figures that comprise it – and therefore makes clear the need not so much of its assimilation or adaptation, but of its outright transfiguration. This is why there can be no reassurance, but only risk and peril, no apparent development, but only the overlapping of disorder and inner commotion. These are the principles of composition: a raw but unwavering infidelity to Homer’s text, and the invocation of its most obscure realm, redefining it in its own terms while at the same time attempting to respond instinctively to the demands of dance and movement. For this reason, there is neither progression nor mediation, and the method won’t be narrative or successive, but discontinuous and oblique: the conjunction of synchronicity and wavering of the two surfaces has to bring forth the ceaseless – but not unbreakable or numb – retraction and unfolding of the figures on stage. A given group of dancers will incorporate and give life to a single individual character, whereas each character will constantly morph into a mass of many dancers. Penelope’s personification is one of lament and longing that gives in to the desolation of tears, but it is no less sustained by her artful weaving of the mantle, done by day and undone by night. Similarly, Ulysses’ vision of homecoming is perfectly symmetrical to his cunning, as he contrives a plan that allows him to escape all dangers and defeat his opponents. They both are weavers, thorn between suffering and action. The painful sense of expectancy that binds them together is represented by the two extremes they both bring to light in bare flesh. The lively shadow of weariness and exhaustion increases the desire, instead of weakening it, and the intensity of desire turns the exhausted body into obstinacy and perseverance. www.taniacarvalho.org Every sensation of tenacity and unyielding persistency will then appear to be transfixed into the dancer’s concrete movements, within a circumscribed space. They fall to the ground to instantly rise, fail and try again from the start, drawing in and immediately expanding to the front, receding only to again come forth, incessantly, on and on – insisting, unrelenting and headstrong. This movement is the quicksand of the Odyssey, its exulting leap and its staring silence. As it stirs and shakes off its perception of itself, it is left with the insight of its representation left in pieces, again and again lifted and shattered by the unrest in which it continues to exist, through the arms and legs, through the head and the torso of the dancers, and thereby becomes inevitably discentered, ex-centric in the literal sense. Their bodily rapture increases to the point of tumult and folly, until it again dissolves and yields to its own disappearance. It is the pure reciprocity of outburst and stillness. Such is the bewildering and spellbinding conscience of dancing, even as it seeks to evade its godly ways: it is still pursuing, as it is said somewhere in the Odyssey, the act of beating the holy ground with one’s own sparkling feet – but now turned inside out and made to be outside of itself. Bruno Duarte www.taniacarvalho.org