oscillations

Dear Armin, First, I would like to say how sorry I am that you didn’t manage to actually arrive in Cyprus to perform your piece with your team. I wonder how often you encounter similar problems caused by what the artistic director of the Open House Festival aptly described yesterday as “borders, bureaucracy, and racism”...

subtle cues

Dear Reader, Watching this performance made me  curious, observant, and, most of all, deeply thoughtful. My thoughts seemed to travel through space—shifting from the performers, to the audience, and then back to my own body. The repetitive movement compelled me to follow each motion with my eyes—every subtle gesture, every shift in rhythm. I have...

Εν τα γεύση είσχε το νερό πριν να πικρίσει;

Όραμα μου, Εχτές ήμασταν πολλοί μαζί αλλά ο κάθενας μοναχός του Επερπατούσαμε τζαι o χρόνος επερπατάν σιγά μαζί μας Οι πόρτες ήταν κλειστές  Οι βιτρίνες ήταν παράθυρα σε μια εγκατάλειψη γεμάτη σκόνη Κάτι εψαχουλλεύκε μες τ΄αφτί μου: Μια μνήμη  Μια μορφή  Μια αίσθηση Σε ποιο ντουλάππι εσύ κλειδώννεις τους πεθαμμένους σου; ‘Ηντα γεύση είσχε το...

Fiery and Energizing

Dear Artist, Thank you for this super fresh concert performance. I felt really connected to your music. It was really fiery and energizing. I haven’t really experienced anything similar in Cyprus. I haven’t really experienced anything similar in the Cypriot dialect either. Reminded me how much culture Cyprus has. I feel grateful to have been...

warm rain

Dear Maria, I followed you with the utmost trust as you walked through abandoned houses with forgotten treasures  Our walk was short, but we travelled through space we reached a void that didn’t feel empty or silent or cold (quite the opposite) we reached a void that didn’t feel like a void at all yet...

for how long has this been happening?

Dear Armin Hokmi, I would like to talk to you about a feeling I had while watching a big portion of this performance.It is a feeling I had first in the simplest of dreams when I was just 7 years old:An all white space and two black dots, one in close proximity to the other,...

walked slowly,and many more

Dear Reader, I went on a walk. We went on a walk. Others did too. There was not a set pathway, only the one we negotiated for ourselves. I suppose there are many ways to do that. And sometimes, language is what we set aside. In that afternoon walk, my curiosity came alive.I was asked...

Πόσα πόθκια χρειάζονται;

Αγαπημένα μυθικά πλάσματα, Είχα ακούσει ιστορίες πως κάποτε υπήρξατε τζ’ ανάθεμα αν επίστεψα όσα τα μάθκια μου αντίκρισαν την μιαν ώρα που εκούμπησα το σώμα μου χαμέ.  Όσο χαμέ εμπορούσα.  Αλλάξαν οι τζαιροί τζαι εμαράθηκεν η θάλασσα; οξά εν που άλλαξεν ο τρόπος;  Τζίνος ο γέριμος ο τρόπος που μετρούμε τα πόσα πόθκια χρειάζονται για...

Looking Tiny

Dear performance, What is it that makes you into a performance?  Dear artists,  I am at the beach and the sun is blinding me. I am staring at you, balancing on the slippery rocks, thinking that what I am really looking at is the horizon behind you. You look so tiny in this landscape.  What...

If you are reading this, Stay Open

Dear Melina, If you are reading this, I loved it.  If you are reading this, thank you. If you are reading this, stay open like you are. From lullabies to the endless, flowing, cold, wet slides. From ice to water. From water to ice. From experimentation to creation. From creation to experimentation. From self-reflection to...