NEST is a performance that shows life and art are the same. It is piece about love in ordinary life, about the utilitarian aspect of fantasy, about family and everything else under the sun especially the purpose and mystery of dancing.
NEST is an invitation into a room. A room in the mind and in the heart. There are objects of utility and decoration. Thinking and Feeling. Some things seem to get in the way and somethings can’t be done without. There is a family... people come and go. Some are present even in absence. There is a child who is upside down or else turns things upside down; real things, as well as ideas, as well as imaginary things.
Animal Vegetable Mineral
dust and stars
wild and tame
wood and plastic
dirt and flowers
trees and cars
good and bad
living and dead
nature and civilisation
left and right
mud and honey
The mother is dancing or attempting to dance- a dance that was, a dance that is, and a dance yet to come.
Trying to make practical and beautiful arrangements in the room (wondering which way up certain things should be). It is clear so much to be done- so much to be left undone. Time bursts in on the offbeat- vibrato. Blurry and pristine, heavy as thought bubbles, light as a question, every dark cloudy answer lined with the silver and spit of rainbows.
There are Holes in the roof when it rains - music and news fall through. She trips over boxes of moth ball promises in the loft, cuts herself on shards of broken hopes in the living room and scalds herself on wishful thinking in the kitchen.
Always always never the same- nevertheless we speak about love in every possible round about way
(we chase our tails to square the circle).
“Mamma How to outside inside?”
Please come in you are all very welcome.