I am covering my face. As much as possible: just to make sure. My body disappears under the folds of paper. The material is turning into shapes and dictating its rhythms. My head can hardly move and my legs are trapped by masses of paper. The distance disappears: I am becoming a mask.
I can hear the paper rustling and see almost nothing. The mask that I am is limping and stumbling. I am sweating. I am feeling. I understand — the world — better.
The mask gives my body a meaning, and my body gives it a soul. This too is an encounter. A dance of the inorganic matter with the organic material of my body. Eros and Thanatos.
Selected actions and productions:
- tadaa! (Regie: Heda Bayer)
- Walking a Dog (self-directed)
- On your Socks! (director: Heda Bayer)
- Karl, where’s the body? (director: Pavel Štourač)