Winding its way through airbrushed beauty, boob jobs and Botox, victim blaming, slut shaming, the might of motherhood and the challenge of childlessness, Motherland is a funny and moving show about having it all.
“Delivers moments of extraordinary intimacy reminiscent of the late Pina Bausch” The Guardian
“Slick and stylish dance theatre… gritty, gutsy humour” London Dance
“Admirably uncompromising” The Times
Motherland is commissioned by Brighton Dome and Festival, South East Dance, Corn Exchange Newbury, The Point Eastleigh and Peak Performances @ Montclair State University, New Jersey, USA.
Devised and Performed by:
Dramaturgy Ruth Ben Tovim
MOTHERLAND is a visually stark set of images in black and white that reveal the complex internal and external relationships that women have with their bodies, with their sense of self and with men.
MOTHERLAND breathes life into stagnant stereotypes, embraces societal archetypes and investigates form. Set against a contemporary media context of vacuously plastic, over-sexualised images of girls and women who seem untouched by age, injury or pregnancy. MOTHERLAND explores the spectrum of masculinity and femininity questioning how women take up space, find a voice, make some noise.
Driven by sex, birth and death, the work sees men in transition and women failing to find any visible power – grown adults crawling in and out of the dirt. By the end of the work, performers are soiled by sweat, blood and earth. It’s the stuff of life.
A 13 year old girl, on the cusp of womanhood, threads through the piece, taking it all in, seeking to make sense of what she sees, treading a delicate path. Offering no easy answers MOTHERLAND asks: how shall we clean up our act for the next generation?
MOTHERLAND is dedicated to the memory of choreographer/performer Nigel Charnock, 1960- 2012, whose fearless energy inspired a generation of dance makers to take emotional and physical risks. This production is for M, who held my hand for four long years as the blood spilled and shocks hit and the tears kept falling.