I Take Good Care of My Corpse (Part I) An
Old Poem Upon Beckett’s Rockaby (Part II) /
Polina Klimovitskaya - Terra Incognita
The busy flies in the existential vacuum of modern life;
a funeral party of happy corpses. Light suspended on
a thread; whispers of identity on the threshold.
grindfilter / Theresa Magario
What was necessary to a mystic in the
Ottoman Empire is as necessary to the
software developer in San Jose.
unspeakable daisies / James Gardella
unspeakable daisies is about queer
embodiment. Dancers challenge and
expand the ways they relate to themselves
and each other through movement.