The last 250 years of Amsterdam
- EILAND
WINDSTILLEVEN of SZÉLCSENDÉLET in het Hongaars. Voor PLACCC Festival 2021 hernamen (en hermaakten) wij in Boedapest de voorstelling die in 2016 en 2017 op Oerol te zien was. Met een lokale cast en een set ontworpen door architectuurstudenten van de Technische Universiteit Boedapest onderzochten wij de betekenis van tijd in het landschap langs de Donau.
In 2020 ontwierpen vier designteams van de BME (Technische Universiteit Boedapest) een nieuwe set voor WINDSTILLEVEN. Ze kregen de opdracht om het decor lichter en compacter te maken. Daarnaast waren zij vrij om een camera obscura vorm te geven. In Tarján, een dorpje even boven Boedapest werkten zij in de zomer aan de uitvoering. In 2021 hernamen we de voorstelling in het Hongaars met een lokale cast op het schiereiland Népsziget.
Drei Lieder für die Autobahn is a performance in a heated installation. Especially for Flachau, Collectief Walden has developed a song cycle of nostalgia, hospitality, and warmth in the village since the arrival of the Autobahn. For the libretto, residents that are older than the A10 were interviewed, who know the village from before and after the arrival of the Autobahn.
God of Heat Loss – Ever since humanity lost most of its body hair, we are constantly looking for warmth. In clothes. In houses. In wood fire and central heating systems. We have now become so good at generating heat that we use a hundred times as much energy as the first humans. The earth is at our feet. Collectief Walden creates the altar for a new cult in which heat is continuously generated and released into the atmosphere. A ritual invoking the God of heat loss, who must liberate us from redundancy.
Video: Anna Vasof
Three of the Earth’s natural reservoirs are: oil, ice and mineral earth.
Two of our economy’s fuels are: oil and greed.
A thought on what we have and what we hold.
Oil
Greed, once a sin. Monasteries, monks, prayer, the unseductive silence, the stony chill of churches without adjacent shopping streets. The simplicity of the evening bread. The simplicity of an unnamed cell that will be equally hospitable to the monk living in my room after me. A bed, a table. A crucifix above the door to remind me of the time I have left. – I am walking over the promenade. I am walking into a souvenir shop. I am walking out of a souvenir shop. Opening hours above the sliding doors remind me of the time I have left.
Soil
I do not possess my body. I do not possess my thoughts. I do not possess the duration of my life or its path. I do not possess my losses. I do not possess my happiness. I do not even possess the faculty of understanding why I am here or how I got here. I do not have anything in life. Yet I desire to have, I want to hold what’s dear and precious to me. To have more actually means: to have more to hold on to. To not have is to die a bit.
Ice
I do not possess my body. I do not possess my thoughts. I do not possess the duration of my life or its path. I do not possess my losses. I do not possess my happiness. I do not even possess the faculty of understanding why I am here or how I got here. I do not have anything in life. Yet I desire to have, I want to hold what’s dear and precious to me. To have more actually means: to have more to hold on to. To not have is to die a bit.
Een choreografie voor een ontwortelde berk, een mimer en 12 katrollen, over de geworteldheid van de mens vanuit filosofisch en biologisch perspectief. Performance WALD tijdens locatieproject Borderline 2014 in samenwerking met De Warande Turnhout, De NWE Vorst Tilburg en Nick Steur.
Beeld: Mirte Slaats
Drei Lieder für die Autobahn is a performance in a heated installation. Especially for Flachau, Collectief Walden has developed a song cycle of nostalgia, hospitality, and warmth in the village since the arrival of the Autobahn. For the libretto, residents that are older than the A10 were interviewed, who know the village from before and after the arrival of the Autobahn.
God of Heat Loss – Ever since humanity lost most of its body hair, we are constantly looking for warmth. In clothes. In houses. In wood fire and central heating systems. We have now become so good at generating heat that we use a hundred times as much energy as the first humans. The earth is at our feet. Collectief Walden creates the altar for a new cult in which heat is continuously generated and released into the atmosphere. A ritual invoking the God of heat loss, who must liberate us from redundancy.
photo’s: Anna Vasof
In een voormalig slachthuis in Antwerpen traceren we de reis van onze eiwitten: van sojavelden in Brazilië via Parmaham naar Zuid-Koreaanse marktkramen.
The World Without Us
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