TRAVELING HANDS

A knife in my left thigh eft me with a scar. I never showed my mom. I never told my mom of my pain. I never told my mom about ants. She had too much of it on her own. My mom is warm and gentle. My mom told me everything. My mom was my best friend. But I never had the feeling of being able to lean on to her. Learn by falling alone. Can I fall on to you? Will it be hard for me to fall? My mom slapped me. My mom thought I was egoistic for my dreaminess. My mom thought I was egoistic like my dad. My mom thought I was egoistic when I chose to focus on myself. But I tried to not take it personally.
 
I felt lonely and confused. Warm and cold at the same time. Loved and hated. I love my mom but I never showed her my scar. My mom is heartfelt but I am distanced from her. A bit of Ediths personal story about motherhood. In a trio duell we re-embodied her mothers slap until we could not stand it anymore. The performance lasted for one hour when the audience have left the space.

Idea Ellinor Ljungkvist
Storytellers and performers Simone Weber, Edith Buttingsrud Pedersen & Ellinor Ljungkvist

Premier Tanzfabrik /Uferstudios Berlin 2017

Thanks to Studienstiftung des deutschen Volkes & Tanzfabrik /Uferstudios Berlin for production support.

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