Charlotte - Day Thirteen

This is all too earnest and serious. Christ, what are we doing?

I imagine PK introducing the beginning of the show with something like

"We are going to try something different this evening. An abstract dance. A short piece. A try out. A test run of a simple idea. A suggestion."

I imagine Janusz stopping the dance at its most frenzied moment with something like -

"I can't take it any more. I don't know what you want from me. I don't have the language. I don't know the steps. It's all arms and legs and 4 counts. I can't feel it. I can't keep up. I don't like dancing on my own. What the fuck are you two up to with all the pedal pushing. I am more than arms and legs."

Our problem: is the piece just all arms and legs now?

We do an impro with a sense of apology about the work. What should have been set against what is.

An empty stage. A bit of dance. A bit of music.

No set. No costumes. No real ideas.