Hamlet

I'M A FLOWER (in collaboration with Maureen Béguin and Grégoire Schaller) Darius Dolatyari-Dolatdoust 

Date
October 30, 2021 - November 28, 2021

Opening: October 30th 2021, 2–6pm

Participants
  • Artist:
  • Darius Dolatyari-Dolatdoust
Description

Becoming something else. Losing clear definition.

The blurring of lines and borders, between a costume and the one wearing the costume, between fabrics and bodies, the bodies and the space. How can the costume give life to the body, move the body in a way that goes beyond a set choreography, propose a choreography that is undefined? The costume as a possibility to bring the body into movement, to give the body a chance to morph into unknown structures and not yet known or unknown stories.

Heritage, or things that are passed on to you – inherited. Stories that are told and re-told and me- mories that are not necessarily yours but shared ones: Because they were told to you so many times you start to inherit them. How can heritage be re-shaped, how are re-formed things inherited to you? How can these memories inform personal patterns, shapings and transformations?

He has one inherited culture and one that he is fantasizing about. One that he grew up in and one that is almost impossible to reach. But both shaped his identity, his reality in ways that are unique. How does that fantasizing transform shapes, colors and textures?

The re-surfacing figures throughout, are seen in moments of movement, often between fighting and fucking, on the border of violence and love. The interlacing of bodies, unclear in their relati- onship and emotional state to one another produce ambiguity. Surrounded by the contrasting clear shapes and colors inside the patchworks and the mixed and blurred colors on the bodies of the performers, we are left reflecting on personal ambiguities of all sorts.

Just putting on the costumes creates a strange, undefined and unidentifiable sound. A sound maybe like the one of a disharmonious sounding bell or maybe the whipping of tree branches. This echoing undertone is infrequently cut and disturbed by something resembling a scream, not a human one, nor one that can be definitely attributed to one specific species, but an unclear noise which travels and conjoins the different rooms.

What remains of the activation of the costumes are the lasting vibrations of the echoes created by the performers but also the two enduring costumes as the embodied traces attached to the wall, filling the room with empty shells of undefined creatures.

Cathrin Jarema