14. desember spiller forestillingen Made in Værdaln på DansIT på Svartlamon i Trondheim. Koreografert av Ann Kathrin Granhus. […]
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If books could kill is a podcast that with enthusiasm and wit dissicates the phenomenon of self help...
The following is a personal review and interpretation of the show “Nothing Personal” as shown at The Norwegian...
And for a while she imagined the world differently. photo: The Choreologist with the assistance of some degree […]
They run around in circles, showing each other the world up there, each standing behind each, pointing to the sky, then walking away, showing their sons and daughters where to go, then leaving , continuing the process, Pointing to the sky, leaving, pointing to the sky, leaving.
One of them holds their fist in the air. Protesting or trying to state something is wrong, to make right. Revolution?
For a while they all participate together in something that looks like
On the dot. Another attempt at crossing offThe social to-do Minutes ticking away on what a weird wheel-time […]
«Switch places!» said The Mad Hatter. Went to a different restaurant again today, it didn’t help. Stayed up […]
As I looked into my fathers teeth as he talks, something about family and wanting grandchildren, I see...
Why, the lone wolf, as a woman, is a woman
Always .
Looking for the next
thing, edge of the bed so you can
always
In a dark and stormy night, a crow perched atop a lamp post outside the newspaper’s headquarters. The […]
In the world of illusion and magic,There are tricks that will leave you ecstatic.Awe-inspiring and captivating, Here are...
Teksten er skrevet av meg, fritt etter opplevelsen av forestillingen Barbarians, som vist på Dansens Hus 21. februar...
“Any attempt at fighting the camp’s psychopathological influence on the prisoner by psychotherapeutic or psychohygienic methods had to […]
, 106 years ago, Hilma af Klint drew something, with the beautifully handwritten note : “The atom posesses […]
og når håret mitt blir så langt at det faller ned i ansiktet ditt er jeg for lengst […]