A choreographic meditation on hanging out. Hanging in the air. Hanging in there. Hanging by rope. Hanging braids off the nape of the neck. Hanging on to life. Hanging by a thread. Hanging bodies. Duration. Divination. Invocation. Congregation. Haunting.
Building upon Marikiscrycrycry's decade-long practice of motorising otherwise fatalistic and marginal perspectives, Hang Time engages an emergent mode of creation that is at once genre-defying and spiritually itinerant.
Suspended between bouyon and soca, sĂŠance, ritual, social gathering, and catastrophe, the work transforms hanging into a social, historical, choreographic, and metaphysical condition. Through states of endurance, collapse, congregation, and reverberation, Hang Time listens to the gulf in order to sense what remains suspended in the air after disappearance.
Gus an lĂ rach-lĂŹn seo a chleachdadh, gabh ri briosgaidean. Chan eil dad cronail an seo, tha iad dĂŹreach aâ cuideachadh TownSpot obrachadh gu ceart.
Airson eòlas eadhon nas fheà rr, cleachd an app againn.