Vino
It spreads through the skin, twisting itself into the smallest crevices of the self. A willing entanglement, a surrender to the knots. Questions press in, but where do they unfold, how do they resolve? If the weight of existence comes from within, is escape possible? Even if the mind slips away, does the body not remain, anchoring one to the source of unrest? When the obstacle is the self, when the cage is the body's own creation, where does sanctuary exist?
Choreographer & Dancer: Tina Bararian
Performed at 7PMR 8
Photos by : Alice Chacon
