in a bastard kitchen
or Some moments without spotlights...
I do not exist, therefore I cook... less and less. I rather like it RAW (the photography as well), ferment instead of create, dehydrate instead of waste, freeze instead of overheat.
Dance has become all and nothing. The body, a ground to study, to relate and expand from.
Image is becoming movement, music is becoming sound or a dinner.
One might say this has no relation to my profession, but if I count the hours elaborating on foods and essential oils...
Some of these recipes are finding their way into the creative process as well as stage output, for the simple reason that curiosity and creative association is not something I can leave behind me in a dance studio. It permeates almost any quotidian activity, specially this one that is in charge of charging you up with energy.
I enjoy sharing taste and health as much as movement on stage. It has the convenience of camouflaging into daily life and giving a sensorial experience in a rather intimate dialogue with oneself.
In TaT (blindfold-dinner-performance-concert) as well as in SiiPR Gran Canaria, living Bastard Foodz will be present.