ccap DEADLOCK 4-11 November 2023

Programme

Enclosed by uncertain walls, the dancer gives up her presence and becomes a ghost. Loose in her contours, she travels between what is perceived as real and what is assumed to be imagined. As if dancing were an image to be longed for and dreaded. Unreliable images that haunt us, and we them. The dance I secretly love. Silent, unavoidable, immediate.

- Cristina Caprioli

DEADLOCK

After years of dancing in the form of a spineless stranger, incomprehensible bird cries, fine mist, soft threads, airborne stain and ash in the wind. Now the sight is set on the dance that moves towards and past. In a one-way repeatable course. Figuratively and allegorically.

The dance relinquishes its body and becomes a projected trajectory. Without depth, weight and contours, it approaches the frame and then dissolves. Dance in a one-way approach, in broken rhythm, again towards, immediately past. Repeated appearances without arrival. A ghostly dance. Movement in the true sense of the word.

The place is atomised into an unfinished labyrinth whose deceptive patterns arc over and away. Uneven structure incapable of its horizon. Systematic arrangement in the service of disorder. Along the footpaths, the goal out of sight, only passages passing the indicated. Trust and deception. The dance becomes (a) choreography.

DEADLOCK

Framed by the pending walls, the dancer gives up her body and turns into a ghost. With no depth, no weight, no contours, she travels between the tangible and the presumed. As if dancing were an image to crave and fear. Images that haunt us, and we them. The dancing I secretly love. Silent, unavoidable, immediate.

- Cristina Caprioli