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Alexandre Iseli

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Artistic Development Highlights

Associate Artist Programme

Jan-Dec 2022: Rocío Dominguez

Residency Programme

2022 Partners: Grand Studio, Brussels | Trois C-L, Luxemboug | Tanztendenz, Munich | Tenerife-LAV | Tigh Roy and Excel Arts Centre, Tipperary

Pro Development Programme

Masterclasses, bursaries, laboratories and the National Dance Residency Partnership

Commissions

2022: Roisín Whelan creates The Galaxy of Occupations

Tipperary Dance Creates

Rising Voices – an experimental interdisciplinary space dedicated to artistic research, creation and professionalisation.

Tipperary Dance Connects

Empowering the voices of our communities.

MOVING VOICES

Words From  our people
August 4, 2022
Rocío, entry 2, 21/06/2022. "What is it to love?"

To trust

To share

To touch the skin

To feel each other at the same beat

To respect the loudness and the silence

To get a new family for a short period of time

To understand new jokes (or new dreams…), new ways, new personal and shared spaces

To do the dishes when the other one is busy

To think “they will be stuck in an emergency, so I better bring more toilet paper”

To speak different languages and the same one, with words, or without them

To unwind

To “let it out of my head”

To be the nest for another

To be that place where someone can unwind

To trust that if we need, that nest is there.

 

No .

Love is five people looking for a cat.

 

June 3, 2022
Rocío, entry 1, 25/02/2022. First day with Oscar.

 

First day with Oscar

25/02/2022

 

– Exercise 1.

No no, not an excercise. A task. Task 1:

(Original in Spanish. Read below it for translation in English)

 

El cuerpo tiembla, cada tanto, y la garganta se cierra. El torso se contrae, se retuerse, se dobla. La cabeza se agacha (aunque a veces se cae hacia atras), y las manos golpean y aprietan fuerte.

Se siente un eco, que aturde, y cuando no aguantas mas, el suspiro de alivio. Largar afuera, soltarlo todo, hasta que empieza de nuevo. Sos vos, es ella, el… no se sabe. Alguien dispara y BOOM, todos de nuevo. A enroscarse a doblarse a romperse de una puntada la costilla a acalambrarse la mandibula. En grupo, rompiendose la costilla por 58 minutos. Y todo eso, que podria ser la imagen del horror, es Risa.

 

English translation:

The body trembles, every now and then, and the throat closes. The torso contracts, twists, bends. The head ducks (although sometimes it falls backwards), and the hands hit and squeeze hard.

There is an echoing, dazing feeling, and when you can’t take it anymore, the sigh of relief. Releasing it all, letting it out, until it starts all over again. It’s you, it’s her, it’s… you don’t know. Suddenly someone shoots and BOOM, everything starts all over again. Curling up bending over cracking the ribs cramping the jaws. In a group, cracking our ribs for 58 minutes. And all of that, which could be the image of horror, is laughter.

 

– Task 2:

Now we remember and we communicate. We try to listen… sometimes we can’t. The noise is too loud, a sound that doesn’t allow us to hear the sounds. I close my eyes in an effort to relax, I cover my face in an attempt to leave my skin stretched. It works for a bit. After a while, we are all in sync.

Is the end there?

We don’t even notice.

June 2, 2022
After a start, 01/06, Javier

Road, conversation, points of view, coincidences, resonances, desires.

A collection of tasks, stolen and invented practices.

Almost brand new bodies, curious minds, a life ahead.

Thinking in Spanish, speaking in English, dancing in all languages.

A sound to start a movement.

To clean the world, to be a filter, to emit a long and luminous note.

Muting judgement, awakening attention, many tasks at the same time.

Roy’s place, multiple dimensions.

Taking time for materials to arise.

Telepathy all the time.

The body wide open.

A note for a hole.

Warming the orifices, making the skin vibrate, getting to know the other with the mouth, assimilating with the ears, looking for support, moving the chords.

To find without searching.

To know each other in the wondering.

To wish to know.

Not to desire, not to produce, not to expect anything.

To displace beliefs, to find oneself.

A rigorously updated pattern for total freedom.

Who am I in this context?

The things I do before I think.

Refreshing the tasks.

Tuning the silence.

Laughter like fouettés, like Dervishes, like shooting stars falling from the void into the void.

Synchronies.

Fragilities.

A space for transmission and care.

For eroticism.

For humour.

And the colored girls go “Doo do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do…”

It’s my party.

And I cry if I want to.

And Ravel’s bolero.