TOWERS OF MELANCHOLY
Director and Choreographer Aira Naginevičiūtė
Playwright Gabrielė Labanauskaitė
Composer Vladas Dieninis
Set Designer Arūnas Adomaitis
Light Designer Vladimiras Šerstabojevas
Costume Designer Benas Bogušas
Dancers: Goda Laurinavičiūtė, Greta Grinevičiūtė, Gabrielė Labanauskaitė, Benas Šarka
Premiere: April 15-16, 2016
Towers of Melancholy is a performance which unites dance, text, poetry and music. This performace is researching states of minds where everybody experiences the marginalised parts of themselves – solitude and new understanding of time and space.
„Melancholy is treated as an unconscious state which happens to us unplanned and unexpectedly. Melacholy is like a fog, which covers the thoughts. It’s like a field, in which we deeply navigate in our repeated experiences. It’s like not oasis where we can meet ourselves, – says A. Naginevičiūtė.
The production is melancholic but not dramatic. Sweet sorrow and anguish go hand in hand with irony and tenderness, a true human emotion turns into aesthetic reality of a scary and beautiful light of our inner selves.
Towers of Melancholy sets off to experiment with poetic language and by means of poetic metaphors, it develops a new movement and music lexicon to paint the darkness and light of the human existence, divinity, world and existential void.
The poetry recited during the performance includes Gabriele Labanauskaite’s poems and inspired by Death Fugue of Paul Celan. The latter speaks of black milk, a melancholy of the night and stars, which can be taken by humans with bitter bile.
Choreographer and director Aira Naginevičiūtė is collaborating with poet and playwright Gabriele Labanauskaite, composer Vladas Dieninis and scenographer Arūnas Adomaitis not for the first time experimenting and discovering different approaches to text, sound and movement. The performance title is taken from audiovisual poetry group Avaspo poem, written by Gabriele, where she performs as well.
The Towers of Melancholy
Yesterday I saw the towers of melancholy tumble down.
Yesterday I saw how to demolish means to build.
Yesterday I saw how bleary are the eyelids of a dream.
And how the morning fights the legions of the night.
Yesterday I saw how butterflies choke,
Recover and grow wings of tempered steel
Under their bellies. Then take off easily
And fly the past-tense words into the day.
Yesterday I saw how our wishes kill us.
Yesterday I saw how fog withstands.
Yesterday I saw how charms dissolve.
The die is cast, the choice is made: to be.