Dance Artist & Educator for over 50's
The final day of the festival! To close, we hosted four commissioned and existing works from four choreographers, each of a different nationality.
The performance begins with our audience being thrown into a bustling Waterloo Station, with all the dancers wandering the platform waiting to go on their individual journeys.
The solo poem by Isabelle Mathews focused the audience to a single journey before all the pieces unraveled each choreographer’s voice on their lived migration.
Here is Isabelle’s Poem:
I have left my home and family,
the country I love, because it is no longer safe to be there.
A brick through my window,
the ominous sound of gunfire, neighbors once loved and trusted,
I do not know who my friends are anymore.
Civil War tears families apart,
There are no winners.
This is my life,
packed with essentials only,
no time for sentiment.
People said “Go you will be safe there”.
I look around but there are no welcoming faces.
They stare at me and their eyes say “you do not belong in this place”.
But there is no going back,
not yet.
Can you not see I need your compassion,
a place of sanctuary,
to belong?
“One last glance,
those hostile eyes have melted.
They seem to say “we were once where
you are now.
A hand outstretched.
In order of appearance:
The Silent Language by Barbara Mirata.
Knowing others is observing their proper rhythm. The answer lay in how they use the silent language of time and space. (B. Mirata)…language of space is just as different as the spoken language. Most important of all, space is one of the basic, underlying organisational systems for all living things—particularly for people….
(Edward T. Hall).
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