DANCE IS OUR ENERGY . BODY IS OUR MEDIA . WE TAKE OUR SPACE FOR A RIDE . YOU ARE OUR STORY .

Creative process and choreography: Goran Bogdanovski

Created and performed by: Manca Dorrer, Miha Pribošič, Tea Vidmar, Janes Moličnik, Manca Kaliman, Samo Židan, Jakob Tomše, Tina Koščak, Sašo Rutar, Katja Kordiš, Priya Balan

Creative process Assistant: Leja Jurišič 

Lighting and set design: Igor Remeta in Goran Bogdanovski

Costume design: Maja Modrijan and Smetumet Cultural and Ecological Society

Sound design and music selection: Goran Bogdanovski 

Video: Maša Nonković 

Photo: Peter Uhan 

Graphic design: Rok Klemenčič

Public relations: Jedrt Jež Furlan

Technical director: Igor Remeta

Technical crew: Andrej Petrovčič, Duško Puščica, Tomaž Žnidarčič

Production: Fičo Balet In cooperation with: Bunker Ljubljana

Supported by: Fičo Balet members, City of Ljubljana and the Ministry of Culture Slovenia

Special thanks: Rok Vevar, Mojca Jug, Janja Buzečan, Dušan Grimšič, Klemen Košir, Maria Maridaki - Čalić, Sandra Anais

 

Parodos is a performance, more specifically, a series of associative glimpses, a sort of a dancing stream of consciousness. Whatever the creators are experiencing is transformed into movement, glimpses of stories, a series of existence. The glimpses, fragments and thoughts intertwine in a form open enough for us to get involved in it. The threads they weave and move are images of life: work at the studio, protests, loves, trainings, all combinations of relationships, mambo jumbo in all processes, dream sequences, pathology that does not stifle but merely – like a scream from somewhere deep and far – climbs to the top, only to be drowned by the current of life, constantly knitting, combining, composing and decomposing. The springs of multiple thoughts, feelings, instincts and drives burble on the rich surface. The complexity of being and existence is manifested at all its levels. Men fight each other, women cunningly "cater" to men's hormones, together they chant slogans of our current common delusion, they fall into the work light, making us ask: Is all this real? Is it just a dream, an appearance? It is all real and it is only the beginning. They reach back into a distant past to bring us to the point of here and now, taking us far away again ... which they do incessantly. Continuously. Again and again, always and forever ... turns our parodos. Backstreets into the main song, to the core and back again to the edge. And then again... 

Jedrt Jež Furlan