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What happens if you lose faith in your art? You find yourself staring into blinding nothingness, into shallow grey reality...
Rotten leaves, wisps of swollen hair
Tiles, bare feet idling around an empty room
I am a captive of my own past, I see it all now
There is nothing left… the meaning of everything
Has melted in time that passed
Just the hazed window waiting for me.
Miřenka Čechová and Andrea Miltnerová in a dance-graphic production on the loss of faith in arts that has taken the role of life. On the impossibility to stop and the impossibility to stay. On the beauty of decay, the violence of drill, the unbearable present and the past that always catches us.
What does it feel like to be dedicated to some unfathomable higher entity? An artist can be so dedicated to art that art becomes their life‘s meaning, their faith, even a sort of religion. Can faith be taken away? What happens if you lose faith in your art? You find yourself staring into blinding nothingness, into shallow grey reality...
