Today we lost our human constitution, if we have the courage we will let our selves stay lost. We tried to find something, it felt desperate at first and then better and better, it was like an ecstasy that almost ends in madness, mayhem and then subsides again. Throwing our bodies into places. And then: Disorientation. Lack of identity. White. No. No. No. White. Where. Who. Hurt. Floating. Body. Where. Away. Somewhere I am melting Dissolving Milk Somewhere my self is melting and my narrative is me.
Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them. Suddenly things no longer need to make sense. I’m satisfied with being. Are you? Certainly you are. The meaninglessness of things makes me smile complacently. Everything surely must go on being what it is. Today is a day of nothing. Today is down to the wire. Could there be a number that is nothing? that is less than zero? that begins where there is no beginning because it always was? and was before always? Clarice Lispector
"Milk" is a dance performance made for and with the third year of the Athanor Academy under the direction of choreographer Edith Buttingsrud Pedersen. The work builds on the collaboration between Edith and the performing students through the exchange of personal thoughts, texts and video material in the exploration of physical tasks given over the course of several months. The result: it takes shape in “Milk”
Concept and Artistic Direction Edith Buttingsrud Pedersen
Performance and Co-creation Tekla Farkas Malaika Lermer Lara Pauli Julia Reisser Olga Tomkowiak Nele Wirth Hannes Kainz
Dramaturgy and stage support Florian von Hoermann
Directors Assistant Anna Waibel
Live Technique Alexander Urban
Voice Support Helmut Schwaiger
Texts by Edith Buttingsrud Pedersen and The Performers