"The woman in black (or dark blue) enters in silence and stands beside a house projected on the wall. She bends her upper body to the ground and rises up repeating this movement again and again. Her untied black hair draws a parabola following the movement. The endless repetition is obsessive and insane. As time passing, it becomes a torture tearing at the heart of one who is watching. Is this act of bending and lifting an act of knocking in order to open the door? But what door? A silent scream fills the lungs urgently seeking release from this torture. The woman continues in silence. The economic and precise movement beats into the heart over and over again. She simply keeps repeating the action. The action is not only stronger than words but also honest and truthful. One cannot endure it, cannot pretend any more to be fine and happy with only a few problems. A deep pain surfaces revealing the other side, which has been hidden. Finally one admits and surrenders to her action. One becomes open and full-hearted. The hypocritical mask is torn apart as if she finally penetrates one's spirit, which has been closed and locked, so tight bruised and hurt. After banging so hard and throwing herself away, she is bleeding all over in her soul. Her blood is a sacrifice for me, for you, and for all who carry the wounded soul. The humbly opened spirit goes to her and embraces her without a need of words or masks. One finally faces oneself."(aeran jeong:inner response)
Heading into final week of rehearsal ... posting translation of program ... English Program The space is prepared with sound. A woman appears. This is the place where she died. Returning, can she escape death, even knowing it? But, as if by fate, she falls again. In this scene, the image of her mother, who survived Japanese colonialism flashes before her, and the breath of her ancestors overlaps. Will there be those who remember her death? If so, what meaning will it hold? The first step, where even breathing is difficult and with her broken wings she attempts to fly. To fly for those who cannot reach the sea. Collecting strength she stretches to open her wings releasing the words to fly again. Introduction: What Remains Unspoken – Raymon Montalbetti Hidden Echoes is a work built on a timeless muse and a prophetic breath yet to be unleashed. Rather than interpreting the text of “Dictée” linearly, we sought to embody the traces of a shattered soul through gesture, sound, music, and ...
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