Contemporary dance piece<\/p>\n
The stage is full of magazines and VHS tapes. I am on the proscenium sitting in a desk chair with wheels drinking water from a bottle of champagne. The audience is slowly entering. I am agitated but I breathe deeply and manage to calm down. Blackout. A dim light illuminates my face. I play my headphones and listen to the thunder that starts the song. \u201cSomething tells me that you will not return, I am sure that this time there will be no turning back.\u201d I sing the song while drinking \u201cchampagne.\u201d People laugh. Camelia is sitting in a chair like mine with her back to the audience and facing a half-open door, looking with nostalgia at the light that enters.<\/em><\/p>\n A tragicomic contemporary dance piece. A love story between two women. They meet at a casting, get on the subway and fall in love. A subtly hidden love affair. They live their love story through romantic songs from the 90s. They dance to what plays in their headphones. They never take them off. They clumsily translate the songs through gestures, drawings in the air, movement patterns and paraphrasing the lyrics out loud to communicate with each other and with the audience. In some scenes it is only them who listen to the music and in others they release the songs so that the spectators can hear them. How does it impact the audience to see them dance without listening to the music that moves them? What is it like to see them move without listening to what they hear and listening to their breathing and the sounds of movement? What do the spectators interpret with the company of the music? What other senses are opened? How does listening to the music without being able to hear each other impact their dances? What is it like to dance without listening to the audience? What is it like to literally dance to what the songs say? What is it like to see the audience laugh without hearing their laughter?<\/p>\n Using playback, silent film, translation, humour, physical theatre and live sound engineering, Rivaival offers a perceptual experience where the deviations, contrasts and shifts will have the audience laughing out loud..<\/p>\n Playlist<\/strong>:<\/p>\n – Vuelve, Ricky Martin. Idea, Interpretation and Direction<\/strong>: Malena Albarrac\u00edn y Camelia C\u00f3rdoba. Contemporary dance piece The stage is full of magazines and VHS tapes. I am on the proscenium sitting in a desk chair with wheels drinking water from a bottle of champagne. The audience is slowly entering. I am agitated but I breathe deeply and manage to calm down. Blackout. A dim light illuminates my face. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1361,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"project_tag":[30],"class_list":["post-1443","project","type-project","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","project_category-pieces","project_tag-spotify-en"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/malenaalbarracin.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project\/1443","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/malenaalbarracin.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/malenaalbarracin.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/project"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/malenaalbarracin.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/malenaalbarracin.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1443"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/malenaalbarracin.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project\/1443\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1444,"href":"https:\/\/malenaalbarracin.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project\/1443\/revisions\/1444"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/malenaalbarracin.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1361"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/malenaalbarracin.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1443"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"project_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/malenaalbarracin.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project_tag?post=1443"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n– Nunca te olvidar\u00e9, Enrique Iglesias.
\n– I want it that way, Backstreet Boys.
\n– Sometimes, Britney.
\n– I\u00b4ll never break your heart, Backstreet Boys.
\n– Por amarte as\u00ed, Christian Castro.
\n– La llave, Abel pintos.
\n– A puro dolor, Son by Four.
\n– Te extra\u00f1o, te olvido y te amo, Ricky Martin.
\n– Por qu\u00e9 es tan cruel el amor, Ricardo Arjona.
\n– Atado a tu amor, Chayanne.
\n– Pero me acuerdo de ti, Christina Aguilera.
\n– Yo te voy a amar, NSYNC.
\n– Te amo, Franco De Vita.
\n– T\u00fa, Noelia.
\n– Coleccionista de canciones, Camila.
\n– La incondicional, Luis Miguel.
\n– Y, \u00bfSi fuera ella?, Alejandro Sanz.
\n– Fuego de noche, nieve de d\u00eda. Ricky Martin.
\n– Amiga m\u00eda. Alejandro Sanz.
\n– Hasta que me olvides, Luis Miguel.
\n– Vivo por ella. Andrea Bocelli y Marta S\u00e1nchez.
\n– Aunque no te pueda ver, \u00c1lex Ubago.
\n– No me doy por vencido, Luis Fonsi.
\n– Me va a extra\u00f1ar. Ricardo Montaner.
\n– Me dediqu\u00e9 a perderte, Alejandro Fernandez.
\n– Perd\u00f3n, perd\u00f3n. Ha*Ash.
\n– Bailar pegados, Sergio Dalma.
\n– La cosa m\u00e1s bella, Eros Ramazzotti.
\n– Desesperada, Marta S\u00e1nchez.
\n– Solo se vive una vez, Azucar Moreno.
\n– Az\u00facar amargo, Fey.
\n– Lloro por ti, Enrique Iglesias.
\n– Te voy a amar, Axel.
\n– Y qu\u00e9?, Axel.
\n– Nada, Ricky Martin.<\/p>\n
\nAssistance<\/strong>: Julia Dulitzky
\nCostumes<\/strong>: Merlina Molina Casta\u00f1o.
\nPhotos<\/strong>: Lionel Wainsztok.
\nDesign<\/strong>: Dar\u00edo De Luccas.
\nCycle of functions in El Piso Teatro 2016.
\nDuration<\/strong>: 1 hour.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"