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I Feel.
Everything Marie said about Pina Bausch is true. Yes, I’m going to link it again, because it should be read again.
I can’t really tell you so much about what I saw last night. I don’t fully understand it, and it’s still sinking in. I can tell you, however, that when I think of what I experienced last night, I well up, and I get it, Marie. I get it. I get why your artistic life can be split between pre Pina Bausch, and post Pina Bausch.
Her mind, her heart, her soul, her ability to grasp what it is to live, is a thing of wonder. What I saw - the imagery, the raw, visceral emotion, the transfer of energy was like nothing I’ve ever seen on stage. Perhaps like nothing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Human. If I have to pick a word to describe Vollmond, it would be human. It’s an amazing portrayal of the human condition through movement, speech, and feeling so powerful, that it wasn’t about understanding, it was about sitting, captivated, in awe and along for the ride.
There was so much water. All over. Rain cascading from the ceiling fell for at least half of the show. It flowed, and it forced you to be there, then, in the now, with the dancers putting it all out there for you to see. Art mirrors life. Their reality is everything one could hope it to be. It was emotive, it was funny, it was silly, it was beautiful, it was weird, it was sad, it was fucking real. The most real. I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever seen something that has so well put me in my place without me knowing what was going on. I was blessed last night. I am inspired today, and I have no more words to describe the power that is Pina Bausch. I will soon, but they haven’t come yet. They will.
All I know is I feel. Period.
Like this. Water in my eyes right now.
The Hamptons 2010. Photo by Mia. From the Nikomat.
