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Uploaded by on Nov 28, 2011

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]performance s p a c e [
BEAN
Benjamin Sebastian
Anna Martinou
Sebastian
Valeria Tello Giusti

]performance s p a c e [
Trashing Performance Fringe Event
Hackney Wick
Oct. 30th 2011
Duration 15-20 min.


Performance Description
Text by Squid/Rowdyseaweed

Something is going on outside. Everyone is walking towards a long brick wall and crowding around the one place where there is a metal gate. On the other side of the wall, you can hear something like singing. Shabsi says there's a woman in boat and she's singing. There are lots of people. Sara and I are distracted by sudden space and darkness of being outside. By the time we arrive at the gate, all we can see is water. The performer has gone.

We, the curious, form a stream of moving bodies in the dark, we flow down to the canal bank. She rows out from under the bridge, behind are industrial buildings covered with graffiti, her song is lamenting, wordless, Ophelia-like, and also adorned with mournful animal calls, bird-sounds, shrieks. The streetlights glitter on the water. It is beautiful.




Two voices behind me disrupt the beauty. One of them has a high visibility coat. One of them jokes about "chucking her in the water". High-Visibility starts calling out to her. "It's not very clever, is it, what you're doing." Maybe he wants her to get out because he is worried about her safety. Maybe he is the moron who joked about chucking her in the water. "Is this part of the performance?" someone wonders out loud. The performer has to cut that bit short, but she does it seamlessly, dragging her unwilling feet out of the boat, on to a slope of weeds, through corridors, and gates, we follow her, like a gentle, protective, empowered tide.. Into the last graffiti heavy archway, where, stumbling, lost, completely within and beyond herself, her voice drifts, flutters, dissolves the tightness in our faces, we could forget everything to be here.

Text by Squid/Rowdyseaweed

http://www.nirmala07.net

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