(the sons of the bitches)
*It was performed during La petite NuitBlanche Festival in 2009 at Mata Hari in
REd LiGHt DiSTriCT
It was an epic dance research inspired in Bertold Brecht theater studies questions and the Epic Theater
disturbing intriguing acceptation
Bourgeois balletic virtuous bicht fantasy aesthetic
Red light district moralism with fashion |I amsterdam| selling tourist city
Pussycat Dolls – Please don’t stop the music
Brazil/Europe bicht/scorts/trans exploited image
Me, selling myself, an image and open my legs as artist
the piece was made in chapters with 3 main parts The bitch/The son/The father
” So, she went to the midle of the bridge above the river. Looking to the water, at night, she could see her black face. She was there, standing still, deciding whether or not she’d trow herself . What? She thought that she could decide her destiny. A destiny that she obeyed her whole life. She was trying to decide between suicide or to stay there waiting for a miracle. she was deciding without knowing that in some moment inside her, clots of blood, that was already giving taste into her mouth would impede her breathing. When she close her eyes she thought about Superman. She really hope to be saved by him. Besides his handsomeness he had also special power. [...] After rolling some meters she didn’t know where she was . Nor who she was. In fact, she never knew . Never asked herself ‘who am I’. She was just born and started to live without ask anything. Never asked herself why things are like this. Its is like this because it is like this. Is there a better explanation? On the floor, she felt some pain before dieing. Before dieing she remembered to put her hand on the face like the ballerinas used to do. And just thought that a really handsome prince could kiss to wake her up. Handsome. Like Brad Pitt. It was her last thought before the black out”
Can we talk about moral or be moralists at the same time of the bellies are sounding of hungry? The excluded also want to be there. On top. Social ascension is also sold as a dream of possibility, sustaining also the system. The relation of exchanges passes by the relation of love. To be dominated and to dominate. Power. There are those that prefer to pay to don’t have the experience of love. Pleasure is measured and presents also its values. Surplus value of love. Some people can ‘enjoy’ more than others. Fact.
Can we escape ‘to fuck’ someone? And ‘to be fucked’ by someone? We cannot escape of be victim and oppressor in one body. The Epic Theater was intending to request more of the audience. A active audience in a position of observes of life , gesture. That music cannot stop. Please, don’t stop the music, they say. The machine needs to continue turning and turning. They want you entertained. Body brings information, formation and deformation of history. There is a tendency still in not-socialize the gesture (the movement). There is still a tendency of Idealize the art and life. Life is changeable. It is already changing. Are going to stand still? Are you going to move? In witch direction? Chose.