It's the story of our personal escapes, spoken through sounds of a MicroKorg synthesizer, black/white pixels forming shapes and live landscapes with the choreographed body in a pàs de deux with the video.
Everything begins all over again in white wash, when we are born from waters. It's the last full silence, before we scream loudly into this world. We get caught into stereotypes and loops. Tension from being trapped brings breakdown and it crashes down with destructed bass, we sink to the bottom.
From the ground rises new hope, a call for better feelings, a vision of how changing tones of the space may affect inner parts of our neural system. But, this is fake love. Illusion doubles and folds over the next one and we try to fit in by being invisible.
Nothing lasts, just us frozen in the middle of the fire. Reality lost, illusion lost.
The video animation was a performer itself. Its character followed the narration, and in a synaesthetic way, interpreted the sound in the form of coloured visual impressions evoked by hearing. This created a space of black and white contrasts for the dancer to improvise, react and travel as well as to pulse alongside the dancer in a sometimes duet and further as a trio with sound.
The trio acted in collaboration and as separate entities. Initial brainstorming process generated qualities of sound, animation and movement. Then working in each section to come back together as a cohesive whole for performance.