30′ performance called Spoils: Receiving a performance implicitly builds you as a subject. Doubt that subject that you’re shaped into by what is visible and languaged. I devoted myself to hiding most of what I address to you, getting in and out of subjectivities. You’ll be comforted to know that something else is hiding me.
Presented at CNDB within the Festival Like and in the frame of BLACK HYPERBOX, evenings of talks and performances (together with artists – Alina Popa, Florin Flueraș, Ioana Gheorghiu, Andreea David, Larisa Crunțeanu, Xandra Popescu etc.):
Central Metaphor
(Eye dropped on the floor)
(I Am) Just About
Forfeit
Performance reality suspended by its own means (life on location)
Spoils
The sound of I.
Tiger
Re-sistering
Black/White Box/Cube/Life
You move the point of indifference
One Hand Clapping
The Method
About BLACK HYPERBOX:
“A point alienates from itself and becomes a line. A line alienates from itself and becomes a square. A square alienates from itself and becomes a cube. A cube alienates from itself and becomes a hypercube. Black Hyperbox is a dimension of productive alienation from concepts through experience and from experience through thinking. Black Hyperbox is a productive lie, a future-oriented spatiotemporal ruse, where the conceptual horizon is mutilated through doing and the horizon of imagination is mutilated through thought. In Black Hyperbox, any known can be black-boxed and the unknown can turn out to be most banal. Black Hyperbox is a spatiotemporality where, through the inevitable involvement in someone else’s method and research, systematic alienation becomes a method of production in itself. The theatre’s black box was here for a while, striving to empty the reality and make space for other worlds to be produced. Black Hyperbox is next”. (text by Alina Popa & Florin Flueraș, the initiators of Black Hyperbox)
#BhyperB has been a 1 year (May 2015-2016) laboratory stretching the concept of black box up to the woods of Schloss Solitude and back through a cave inside a beautiful old house in Bucharest or colliding it into white cubes or grey spaces. We are dancers, performers and visual artists; each of us builds own solo, altered by the presence, skill and view of others, or our desire to mirror alien perspective, on the margins of the black box, where it unfolds into speculative philosophy and from there anything is possible, even returning to an enhanced black box or just getting viral on twitter.
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