Tohu va Bohu

They spin, wobble, shake and leap. Out of the corner of my eye, I see bottles being knocked over, then I see my hands trembling, rejecting the food they were raising to my mouth only a moment ago. We can’t help ourselves, the dance contaminates us, transports us and intoxicates us in a swirl of hair, sweat and feathers. Some scream, others wet themselves. The village is on its knees. The feet pound the arid ground, the storm sets the tempo.

Status

Released

Production

Le Fresnoy