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עבודת תנועה. סאונד. חפצים
דואט מאת ובביצוע: עינת גנץ ובן בוכנבכר
The two texts above, bring us to speculate about the meaning of desire;
What ignites passion? When is it like being controlled by Dionysus—intoxicating, deceptive, and distancing us from reality, bringing both danger and redemption simultaneously? When is it helpful, a life-creating force that saves us from the pain of human extinction? How can we find libido when it seems like we no longer have it?
The divide between the divine, the sublime, and the fantastic versus painful human encounters with realities of illness, war, death, and the struggles of everyday life is not dichotomous. We rub against life in all its forms and encounter Eros even within the earthly. Sometimes it’s an escape, sometimes a deep dive into ourselves, sometimes a desire to disappear, sometimes a need to preserve life within experiences of inner death, and sometimes simply a physical, primal drive—the creative essence of love.
We search for the source of creative energy in the movement of bodies; we help one another, giving form to the raw, life-giving connection that also contains destruction.
The two texts above, bring us to speculate about the meaning of desire;
What ignites passion? When is it like being controlled by Dionysus—intoxicating, deceptive, and distancing us from reality, bringing both danger and redemption simultaneously? When is it helpful, a life-creating force that saves us from the pain of human extinction? How can we find libido when it seems like we no longer have it?
The divide between the divine, the sublime, and the fantastic versus painful human encounters with realities of illness, war, death, and the struggles of everyday life is not dichotomous. We rub against life in all its forms and encounter Eros even within the earthly. Sometimes it’s an escape, sometimes a deep dive into ourselves, sometimes a desire to disappear, sometimes a need to preserve life within experiences of inner death, and sometimes simply a physical, primal drive—the creative essence of love.
We search for the source of creative energy in the movement of bodies; we help one another, giving form to the raw, life-giving connection that also contains destruction.
The two texts above, bring us to speculate about the meaning of desire;
What ignites passion? When is it like being controlled by Dionysus—intoxicating, deceptive, and distancing us from reality, bringing both danger and redemption simultaneously? When is it helpful, a life-creating force that saves us from the pain of human extinction? How can we find libido when it seems like we no longer have it?
The divide between the divine, the sublime, and the fantastic versus painful human encounters with realities of illness, war, death, and the struggles of everyday life is not dichotomous. We rub against life in all its forms and encounter Eros even within the earthly. Sometimes it’s an escape, sometimes a deep dive into ourselves, sometimes a desire to disappear, sometimes a need to preserve life within experiences of inner death, and sometimes simply a physical, primal drive—the creative essence of love.
We search for the source of creative energy in the movement of bodies; we help one another, giving form to the raw, life-giving connection that also contains destruction.
The two texts above, bring us to speculate about the meaning of desire;
What ignites passion? When is it like being controlled by Dionysus—intoxicating, deceptive, and distancing us from reality, bringing both danger and redemption simultaneously? When is it helpful, a life-creating force that saves us from the pain of human extinction? How can we find libido when it seems like we no longer have it?
The divide between the divine, the sublime, and the fantastic versus painful human encounters with realities of illness, war, death, and the struggles of everyday life is not dichotomous. We rub against life in all its forms and encounter Eros even within the earthly. Sometimes it’s an escape, sometimes a deep dive into ourselves, sometimes a desire to disappear, sometimes a need to preserve life within experiences of inner death, and sometimes simply a physical, primal drive—the creative essence of love.
We search for the source of creative energy in the movement of bodies; we help one another, giving form to the raw, life-giving connection that also contains destruction.
