Our Manifesto

VISION

I once had a vision while dancing of a translucent sac, holding a blue light nestled in ligaments. When mankind was gifted human anatomy, the clouds joined to form a surgical instrument that left this sack in every muscle and nerve ending, should the human body ever break or shatter, the wound/sack would glow and break and a pathway would form to different versions of heaven. When we dance we find these leaks in our body, in our ancester’s body, in the earth’s body. The entrance into the wound is the entrance into the Divine. The stage should be an x-ray of the wound, trees bleeding in our mouth as a translucent sac, holding a blue light nestled in ligaments becomes our abdomen.

This is what we hope to access a light of truth and clarity which transcends any perimeter or skin of the individual, but is located on earth in our bone, blood and muscle.

TECHNIQUE

Above all, we listen to our being invested with flesh. We use the craft, technique and discipline of dance and theatre to develop an awareness of the body in order to strip it of preconceptions and inhibitions so that it can become empty for the reception of all that is beyond it. On stage, we hope to delve into the personal stories, histories and languages contained inside our bodies - since the thread that connects us to divinity is the very same thread that connects us to one another, these stories histories and languages are not confined to our experience, but coexist and evolve in an integrated fabric of the muscle memory of the individual and those and that which we meet as we navigate and experience the world through our physicality and our sensuality: the gesture of a stranger on the bus, the contortion of a bird’s neck, the cellular memory of those who came before us and the anticipation of those who will come after.

‘The highest truth is devoid of any image, without images there would be nothing to make visible its truth’ - inscription on the Buddha Amitābha (746)

BLEEDING

What lies at the heart of this process is intention: performance is the distillation of all the movements surrounding and inside of us by which we are propelled through life and the spaces it positions us in, into the force of impetus from which all creation (original, artistic and otherwise) springs. The Beloved is like a root system made of light and our ego, our self, is a brick wall this root system slowly impregnates till it crumples and destroys the wall entirely and who we thought we were is lost in the foliage. This is the force of movement, the cosmic current which our dance seeks to surrender and collapse into, a possession, a consumption, a gaping hole wider than us

LOVE