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Reflections on act #2

In act #2 on March 29, 2009 at 22:20

I realize I gave myself a tough assignment with this project. Three days in a row I placed myself in the entrance space of Dansateliers on a roughly designed floor of cardboard patches half an hour before the start of the presentations of Maaike van Dijk en Annika Pannitto. When people enter the building they don’t expect me to be there, me performing there. I am surprising them and in a way interrupting them in the action of picking up the tickets in time. I can see I confuse them. Somebody told me after day 1 that what I do is so refreshing. She also said that I made her aware of the state she is entering the building. In a rush, goal-oriented,… But not all the people seem to appreciate it in that way. Read the rest of this entry »

Homage to Rauschenberg

In act #2 on March 27, 2009 at 00:39
Cardbird 2, 1971

Cardbird 2, 1971

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Act #2: into the faun

In act #2 on March 24, 2009 at 14:46


March 27-28-29 there will be presentations of Maaike van Dijk en Annika Pannitto at Dansateliers Rotterdam. I will use the opportunity to also show something again, a new step in my process of the Iron John Project. I hope to meet you there… Read the rest of this entry »

The act of begging

In act #1 on March 23, 2009 at 00:12


Last Sunday I performed my first little act before the showing of “Uniek” from Jenny Beyer and Chris Leuenberger. I had placed myself in the stair well of the Dansateliers building. Read the rest of this entry »

theory on “the jester”

In act #1 on March 13, 2009 at 20:34

A jester playing the flute (Peter Wtewael, 1623)

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Muss I Denn

In act #1 on March 12, 2009 at 17:49

Muss I Denn – Elvis Presley
(written by: Wise – Weisman – Twomey)

Can’t you see
I love you
Please don’t break my heart in two
That’s not hard to do
‘Cause I don’t have a <iron> heart
And if you say goodbye
Then I know that I would cry
Maybe I would die
‘Cause I don’t have a <iron> heart
There’s no strings upon this love of mine
It was always you from the start
Treat me nice
Treat me good
Treat me like you really should
‘Cause I’m not made of wood
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