ALL MY LOOPS FOR YOU

That moment, when you run aground on an inexhaustible to-and-fro. A disconcerting jamming, leading to something imponderable, and struggling against the tendency to stabilise. It is the manifestation of an interval in space-time through the setting up of an environment where the impasse becomes an oscillatory movement. It dictates the rhythm to the bodies, and undermines the concept of will/volition of action, of beginning and end, in a reiteration of exponential variability. It is a cohabitation of opposing forces and, at the same time, a letting go, a being transported, and a resistance. A dance that moves its own deconstruction, its own standing on the threshold. Among hints of compositions, sentences are taken apart, like a repetition convulsion. As the catastrophe takes place, sentimentally expressed by audio excerpts of dubbed movies, the bodies strive to deal with nothingness. We construct a generative environment where each gesture (human and non-human) is in constant resonance with the other.