Time. Duration in time. The aspect of creation. Meeting (not meeting). Passing each other in the crowd. 35 artists from 4 countries. 7 coordinators and many engaged people around. A few students from the ballet school. I got lost in this crowd, in the impossibility of knowing anyone, of being there. Several interesting works and moments came out of this. Meetings in the passage and in the draft. I think that the most pleasant memory I have is the possibility of immersing myself in the comfortable space of the rehearsal room. There, something of value happened that lasted in time, a moment of stopping and deepening my practice. I was grateful for that, but too briefly, too quickly to enter into any meaningful process. A bit like scratching a scab that ultimately only bleeds.
By Kamil Wawrzuta
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